[ Herlock's child. the surprise has quickly worn away—after all, wouldn't Herlock Sholmes' daughter be this way? to think about it at all removes all doubt. yet the characteristics are there, as with Herlock himself, of someone predisposed to a sense of whimsy and joy, even as their analytical mind cannot be silenced. she really, really likes to see it. ]
Ha? We met... [ glances aside at him, and to bide for time, takes a slow sip of the tea. ] ...in prison.
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Ha? We met... [ glances aside at him, and to bide for time, takes a slow sip of the tea. ] ...in prison.