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thought—”
    I came to my senses, and after a moment’s pause took his face in my hands and kissed him lovingly on the mouth. “I will gladly be your wife.”
    Rupert smiled and laughed, and I thought I had never heard a happier sound in all my life. He lifted me into the air, spun me around and set me gently down again. I embraced him tearfully, for never had I felt such joy.
    “I have something for you,” he said when at last we parted. He dug into his jacket pocket, producing a tiny black box. I gasped as he flicked it open to reveal a ring that shimmered even in the dim, hazy sunlight.
    “Oh Rupert,” I whispered, aghast. “It’s beautiful. But how did you ever pay for it?”
    “It’s made of glass,” he answered as he slipped it carefully onto my finger. “But when we have enough, I shall get you a proper one.”
    “I do not want a ‘proper one,’” I said adamantly as I turned my fingers in the light. “I like this one.”
    It was dark before we returned to Baker Street, but not long had passed before I shared the news.
    “Congratulations, old boy,” said Dr. Watson brightly as he and Rupert shook hands. Mr. Holmes had not moved from his chair by the fire. I approached him carefully, giving him my hand.
    “It has happened at last,” he whispered. Whether this comment was to himself or for me, I could never be sure. His forehead creased for but a moment, then he looked up into my face and smiled. “I’ll wager some congratulations are in order.” He stood up, extending his hand toward Rupert.
    When we had been sufficiently dined and toasted for our upcoming marriage, at Dr. Watson’s request I told the story of Rupert’s proposal. Mr. Holmes said not a word, only listened, blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling.
    At last all conversation was exhausted, and the bright stars were once again fading into the pale colors of dawn; Rupert and I bid farewell to one another, and Dr. Watson took me by the shoulders.
    “It is a lucky man who would have the chance to take you down the aisle.”
    I smiled happily and then looked toward Mr. Holmes, who was asleep in his chair. I sighed and turned again to Dr. Watson. “My father is dead, sir,” I said carefully. “But—”
    “Yes? What is it?” he urged.
    “I was wondering if it might be too much trouble for you to serve in his place.”
    Dr. Watson’s brow furrowed. “My dear girl, I could never replace your father…”
    “No, you are not old enough to be my father,” I laughed quietly. “But I would like very much for you to walk with me down the aisle.”
    He smiled, his eyes bright. “I would be honored.” Dr. Watson then took my hand, kissed it lightly and left the room.
    The day passed without incident until darkness had once more spread over the sky. The moon shone brightly, but no stars were visible. I had only just extinguished my lamp when I saw a shadow move across my window. Standing at the ready without any further confrontation, I ventured to bed. Some minutes later, I heard footsteps in the hall near the far bedrooms. Fearing for the lives of my employers, I immediately grabbed up a candlestick and set out to follow the sound. I heard doors slowly open and close again, realizing that if the intruder continued in the same course, we would meet. I waited, candlestick raised. Suddenly without warning a black glove seized my throat. I choked, gasping for breath. The fingers finally released, spots of light appearing before my eyes. Before I could gather my thoughts to defend myself, the intruder hit me smartly over the head with a heavy object, and I fell senseless to the floor.
    I awoke some time later where I had fallen. The house was still dark, though the light in front of my eyes did not cease. My head throbbed in pain, and the left side of my face was damp. I called out to Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson, but with no response. I attempted to get back to my rooms, but as soon as I stood, I could feel the floor slipping beneath me. I