Miss Fields," said a servant, stepping into the room and closing the door, "There is a visitor for you. Are you in?"

Clare blinked. "Yes, obviously."

"Ah. Miss Fields, I should advise -- you may be in without being 'in', if you prefer," he said, offering her a tray. There was a calling card on it; Arthur Conan Doyle, Edinburgh.

Auteur: Sam Starbuck