will return to the apothecary; learn Bellitsu, boxing, chemistry build his brain every day; he will try hard at school, prepare himself to some day enter a university … by any means. He will outsmart them all. He will continue his plan to turn himself into a crime-fighting machine unlike any England has ever seen. When he becomes a man, he himself will be a mystery. No one will know who he really is and where he came from. He will use whatever he must to fight evil … even evil itself.
Irene Doyle is no shrinking violet. She has been taught independence and has a great inner strength. Her eyes harden too. She turns away from the good boy to the darker one … and slips her arm through his.
But Sherlock doesn’t care anymore. He glares at all four of them.
“This is just the beginning,” he vows. “Just the beginning.”
He turns on his heels and stalks into the London day.
The author wishes to thank Patrick Mannix and Motco Enterpises Ltd., U.K., ref: www.motco.com, for the use of their Edward Stanford’s Library Map of London and its suburbs, 1862.
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