“Holmes struggled to think past the world filling roar of Mine! It rattled the ground beneath his feet, caused the rushing river water to shudder and froth. But Holmes fought down the instinctive reaction, making the gaslights flare like fireworks. The Dark Sentinel settled briefly, but it watched intensely.
Male, he began with the obvious. Adult. Faint traces of medicinal scents. Carried with him. Orderly; likely. Sea salt, seafood, hemp ropes. Entered on a boat; small. Did not report to customs. Wood scent. Likely carries a cane or wood case.”
- Observations on Sentinels and Guides in Victorian London (90k, Sherlock/John)