Mrs. Hudson

Act I — The Burden The doctor adjusted his spectacles, looking down at the stubborn patient. "Mr. Holmes" Said the doctor inhaling deeply. "You must take this condition seriously." And turning to Mrs. Hudson he added. "You may take this instructions to the chemist—" Holmes extended his right hand—waving it quickly — in the direction of the hand written prescription already in Mrs. Hudson's hand while coughing violently, covering his mouth with white linen. "Let me see the prescr...  please." Said he with difficulty.   Holmes recoiled. "You wish to dose me with salts? No!" The doctor sighed, a heavy, defeated sound. "It is your right not to take them young fellow, but that is the remedies we have today! We could try a light phlebotomy regime — " "No!" Interrupted Holmes vigorously while catching his breath after a coughing fit. He looked at the patient, then glanced around the chamber, his eyes landing on the larg...

"Welcome home, Mrs. Hudson. My deepest condolences." "Thank you, Mr. Williams." She stepped down from the cab, dressed in mourning black. The afternoon fog was slowly engulfing the entrance to the country estate. Mr. Williams had started to unload the traveling trunks from the cab to place them in the spacious porch. Mrs. Hudson shivered slightly; she felt tired from her long trip, and the weather did not help. "Be so good as to settle with the cabman." "At once, madam." He bowed, then paused. "Your brother, Mr. St. Clair‑Norris, and his barrister are waiting in the library." Mrs. Hudson's gaze sharpened. "I have been traveling for six weeks. Inform my brother that I shall see him when I am ready." "Of course, madam. He did mention that his time was limited." "Then he should have arranged it better." Her voice was tired. "Ask Mrs. Williams to prepare a warm bath and some tea. I will attend to the l...