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Holmes found his stricken friend lying injured in a theatre.

“Watson, I’m just a layman, but this doesn’t look like a gathering of medical doctors.”

“Dr. Acton’s…friend…required assistance, but I slipped when descending the stage steps.”

‘Friend’ had interesting connotations and Sherlock’s suspicions were confirmed when Watson’s acquaintance – not friend – approached.

“Awfully sorry to disturb you Mr. Holmes, but Watson said you were his glass of tea?”

“Did he?”

Watson just flushed, moustache quivering, eyes wide with conflicting emotions.

Sherlock just smiled, feeling suddenly hopeful. Perhaps, Watson’s injury could be the commencement of a new stage to their friendship.