Black is the colour of my true love's hair....
“I don’t like getting my hands dirty.” He says it in a very uninterested manner, as if the idea of physically cutting someone’s throat is the most boring thing in the world.
Alice pauses. He can see her brain ticking away behind her eyes. “Well. Honestly,” she returns, “that’s disappointing.”
He can see the eagerness in her face fading away, dimming down, the excitement becoming dull and muted, but that doesn’t stop him from pondering over the idea that she just might be as brilliant—if not more-so—than the great Sherlock Holmes himself.
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