The doorman intercepts Sherlock at the door. He isn't surprised; Irene Adler isn't simply going to let him walk straight in to whatever lair she's prepared for the evening.
He's directed, on what he realizes when he arrives is a circuitous route to a private area of the library. She wished to delay him. Why? To gain a few minutes' advantage, he is certain. To have word passed to her that he is en route to her, to have eyes on him to confirm that yes, it is him.
He finds her where he expects to, in a corner, facing the door so no one may approach her without her awareness. She holds a drink--curious, it's not entirely to her tastes, she's doing more holding than sipping, so she must be holding it for another reason.
He stops at a safe respectable distance, hands folded behind his back, and he inclines his head slightly, a suggestion of a bow, a greeting.
no subject
He's directed, on what he realizes when he arrives is a circuitous route to a private area of the library. She wished to delay him. Why? To gain a few minutes' advantage, he is certain. To have word passed to her that he is en route to her, to have eyes on him to confirm that yes, it is him.
He finds her where he expects to, in a corner, facing the door so no one may approach her without her awareness. She holds a drink--curious, it's not entirely to her tastes, she's doing more holding than sipping, so she must be holding it for another reason.
He stops at a
saferespectable distance, hands folded behind his back, and he inclines his head slightly, a suggestion of a bow, a greeting."You rang?"