Tale from the archive
Shards of a Secret
A body was found on the tracks before sunrise. Schematics were sewn into their coat, leading us on a trail through London and up many, many floors.
The Archive
Closed cases from the Society's files, written up once the dust had settled and the arrests were made. These matters are concluded — read them for the pleasure of it.
Tale from the archive
A Monaco Mix-Up
She was being followed every time she rode through Monaco alone. I fought the wrong man about it; Sherlock sent the right one into the harbour.