The House of Silk

it is a year since Holmes was found at his home on the Downs stretched out and still that great mind forever silenced when I heard the news I realized that I had lost not just my closer to companion and friend but in many ways the very reason for my existence I miss him to this day and sometimes in my waking moments I thank see that I hear them still there's familiar words the game's afoot Watson but they serve I need to remind me but I will never again plunge into the darkness and swirling fog of Baker Street with my trusty service revolver in my hand so why do I take up my pen one final time to stir up memories which might better be forgotten perhaps my reasons are selfish it could be that like so many old men with their lives behind them I'm seeking some sort of solace but there is another reason to the events which I'm about to describe was simply too monstrous too shocking to appea