Harry Attwell

He killed Brunton because he was let down by him.

Literally everywhere, man.

You understand near nothing about me, Holmes.

You are not alone in that particular failing.

I place myself beside you in the company of those who do not, in truth, know Reginald Musgrave at all.

You have spent these last few days enlightening me, and you spent your younger days enlightening my father.

Permit me to return the favour as best I might.

It has been my observation from my first days at Dulwich College that every grain of interest he put into you, he took away from me.

every dram of trust, every ounce of compassion, every pound of patience, every stone of love he took from me and placed into you.

Any household

requires a child to furnish the parents happiness is a cursed one Holmes and Hurlstone was no exception not in the least the old man mined the British education system in search of remarkable minds and when he found you good lord the relief to sit with a boy who could think as you think

who did not disappoint him or bore him or fall short in every particular, as his own son apparently did.

You have seen in our house there has always been a rule.

Things must be proper.

And if they are not, they must be corrected forcibly, relentlessly.

until they conform.

You did not last long at Dulwich, but neither did I. Every conceivable form of conditioning was applied to my person in the vain hope of producing this, this polished turd.

The places you sent me, Sherlock, the ancient

Rituals he chiseled into me.

The expectations he chained to me.