Autumn 1909 – The Adventure of the Seven Dimensioned Hand

 

Doctor Saloman attempted to bring his cup of coffee to his mouth but, lacking control over his nerves, he succeed more in decorating his shirt front than in wetting his tongue. I gently took the cup and set it with in reach on a side table. The doctor blinked quickly and tried to focus on my face. “Do you believe me?” he asked.

Jack produced one of his warm and disarming smiles. He said, “We do, sir. There have been five other incidents that we know of. We intend to locate this fiend and end its reign of terror.”