“Don’t,” I whispered. “I haven’t any right to tell you this.”
Mycroft sat back, neatly shutting away the look of shock, and opened his snuff box. “You haven’t told me anything.”
I laughed despairingly. “It amounts to a breach of confidence to come anywhere near you.”
“My capacities are not your fault. It may possibly be your fault that you have
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