usually chose. He was, in Nanâs estimation, quite handsome, and his slight limp only added to the attraction.
After all,
she thought wryly,
What red-blooded girl doesnât like a fellow who needs just a touch of nursing, now and again?
John was laughing. âWhen have you ever known Mycroft to have the wool pulled over his eyes about anything, Holmes?â he asked. âYouâve said more than once, heâs more intelligent than you are.â
âIntelligence is one thing,â Sherlock Holmes grumbled, thoughstill with a hint of amusement. âIâve known highly intelligent men to be gammoned by little girls.â
âAnd
they have the blessing of Lord Alderscroft,â John Watson went on.
âWho, for all I know, is as mad as a hatter.â Holmes shrugged. âBut if you are going to persist in gadding about, taking on the ridiculous cases I refuse to, I see no reason why Miss Killian and Miss Lyon-White cannot assist you. At least the psychical Talents of these young ladies have
some
basis in science, unlike your Elemental nonsense!â He snorted. âThe discipline of deductive reasonââ
âAdductive,â corrected Sarah, before he could finish.
He was surprised enough at being interrupted that he stopped in midsentence and turned back to her. âEh?â he got out.
âAdductive reasoning,â Sarah said, quietly. âYou
gather
all the facts in a case. You
add
them together. You do not
deduct
anything. You use
adductive
reasoning to
deduce
the answer, not
deductive
reasoning.â
Nan held her breath, afraid for a moment that the famous detective would react poorly to being corrected. But instead, he slapped his knee and laughed aloud, then turned back to Watson. âThere, you see! I keep telling you this, Watson, and you persist in making the same mistake over and over in your prose. Itâs
adductive
reasoning, and a mere girl has shown you up!â
Watsonâs jaw firmed stubbornly. âBut people like the phrase âdeductive reasoning,ââ he countered. âIt rolls off the tongue. âAdductiveâ sounds wrong, particularly when paired with âdeducingâ and âdetecting.â You leave the wordsmithing to me and Doyle, and Iâll leave the clue-spotting to you.â
But Holmes could not stop chuckling over something he obviously considered to be a major victory over his Boswell. âAll right, all right. Miss Lyon-White, for that, if for no other reason, I give you two my blessing to go haring off after ghasties and ghoulies with John and his wife. Take them up to Mary, Watson. I shall make no further objections. You all have my approval, not that youâd have listened to me in the first place if I forbade this nonsense. If you four want to waste your time on airy nonsense, who am I to interfere?â
âHave I ever listened to you when you told me my cases were airy nonsense?â John replied, with a laugh of his own. He gestured to the girls, and they both rose, their birds hopping to their shoulders as they did so. âCome along upstairs and meet my better half.â
They left the flat by the same door they had entered, and climbed the stairs to 221 C Baker Street. âWhen I was still a bachelor, our upstairs neighbor was aâthankfullyâdeaf old gent who lived alone. I say thankfully, because Sherlock is inclined at times to indoor shooting practice, and while Mrs. Hudson puts up with it, I doubt anyone who wasnât deaf would have. Nor with his violin playing at odd hours when heâs in a fever of thinking. Sherlock came into some money and bought the old fellow out just after my wedding, and presented the flat to Mary and me as a wedding present.â
âButâthe storiesââ Sarah ventured, as they all paused on the landing.
âIt serves us very well to let others think we reside elsewhere,â John Watson said gravely.