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[velluminous]

First, tell me what "yard" is, then I guess.

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Oh, that is elementary. The police force in London, of course!

[velluminous]

Then... you found prisoners.

[ alive or dead! ]

This is my guess.

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Mm, in a way. We found the missing butler — his corpse. He had been dead for several days at that point.

And we also found a box that, when wrenched open, contained nothing at all. A treasure hunt gone completely awry, hm?

[velluminous]

[ she narrows her eyes at him, dissatisfied by this turn, but then— ] And what of missing maid, was it?

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Consider the weight of the stone slab, Ms Vaux. The fact that I had to call in help even to lift it. Do you believe the butler found the treasure on his own, knowing this?

[velluminous]

Betrayal.

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[Puffs at his pipe.]

Either betrayal or accident. Regardless, she had left him there to die. The contents of the box had been found in the nearby lake, presumably where she had run off, evidenced by her footprints in the area. In an old, soggy bag, there were bits of dirt-covered metal and stone.

Upon further inspection, it was found to be pieces of gold and gems, instead.

[velluminous]

[ she is, of course, inclined towards betrayal ]

My, my, Herlock. You found yourself in quite impressive adventure.

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Quite so. And do not forget:

'Whose was it?'
'His who is gone.'
'Who shall have it?'
'He who will come.'

That was referring to the treasure itself. The old crown of a king, I suspect. Yes, yes, my adventures are always quite thrilling — the ones worth publishing, anyhow.