A MASTERFUL PERFORMANCE
by J Rosemary Moss
Holmes/OMC     PG

I swiveled in my chair to face him—but stopped cold as I recognized the fellow. Of course I recognized him. How could I forget him? I had given my greatest performance, to date, in his rooms at Baker Street. Sadly, it had been a private performance: he and that doctor friend of his were the only witnesses.

But did he recognize me? I had been dressed, convincingly, as a little old woman when last we met.