Once more the curtains open on a new scene, in fact a new day – Wednesday May 25th. At the small but excellently furnished lodgings in Baker Street, the opposite end and opposite side of the road from his more famous colleague Holmes.
Wellington’s morning procedure is interrupted by a knock at his door. Outside stands his housekeeper, Mrs McCandlle,
And a rather soggy looking Klebbs. From his appearance you deduce that it is raining again.
Mrs McCandlle fusses in that ‘housekeeperish’ manner. Beneath one brawny arm she carries copies of several of this morning’s newspapers, including one whose lurid headlines scream at you.