Holmes moved through the rooms like a bloodhound, his long fingers trailing over mantelpieces, his nose twitching. He paused before the locked door of the Professor’s study.
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Holmes rose, dusted his knees, and adjusted his cravat. He looked at Eleanor, then at me. The languid, theatrical mask was back in place, but beneath it, I saw the steel. Holmes moved through the rooms like a bloodhound,
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