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

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[Spam]

[tatty_bye]

[He answers in no time, dressed down and with a book in hand. He doesn't know whether to feel surprised or not. Typically he gets some indication that his warden wants his attention (or the man just lets himself in).]

Miss me already?

[Spam]

[so_meretricious]

{Holmes regards him with some small amount of contempt.}

It became prudent to ensure that you were not approaching some semblance of death.

[Spam]

[tatty_bye]

You are aware that I have been released from the infirmary and you are, in fact, standing at the door to my cabin, yes?

[Spam]

[so_meretricious]

These facts had not escaped my attention. Are you familiar with Monsieur Clapet?

[Spam]

[tatty_bye]

From a distance. Why? [And the more important question] What's he said that I've done?

[Spam]

[so_meretricious]

He has said nothing about you of which I am aware. He is, however, of the inclination to sell his moonshine swill to interested parties. You wouldn't have obtained any such thing from him, would you have?

[Spam]

[tatty_bye]

[Bored, laborious sigh] I might be vaguely familiar with what you are talking about, but no. I had no interest in purchasing prison wine. If I were desperate I would have bribed someone in the pub to bring me something genuine.

[Spam]

[so_meretricious]

I am glad to hear. I am quite assured that you are not driven to desperation over the matter, however one does not like to fully assume, especially when a life might be at stake. You are well, otherwise?