The woman was no longer outside. She stood in the center of the room, translucent and shimmering like oil on water. She didn't scream or point to a wound. She simply held out a hand, and in her palm sat a sapphire that didn't exist—a stone so blue it seemed to swallow the light of the room.
"Identity?" Holmes whispered, his hand hovering over his magnifying glass. Sherlock ][ Believer
Sherlock Holmes did not believe in ghosts, but the ghost of 221B Baker Street believed in Sherlock Holmes . The woman was no longer outside