XII. The Adventure of the Tainted Still

[so_meretricious]

{Private to Arthur}

Arthur, {Holmes is distinctly awkward using an acquaintance's first name} I understand you have information regarding Miss Young's treacherous contraptions. I should be ever grateful for your time.

{Spam for Reaver}

{Hearing about Clapet's wine and its potentially fatal effects, Holmes wastes no time throwing on his jacket and rushing out of his room, striding quickly to Reaver's cabin. Ready for the worst, or at least, the second worst as Watson's journal indicates that Reaver hasn't died, Holmes knocks on Reaver's door.}