"The Adventure of the Royal Revelations" is the first of three stories in "The Other Mr Holmes". In the second, Mycroft and Anna set out to save the reputation of a leading actress and keep the unique gemstone, the Flame of Natal, from the grasp of audacious thieves, while in the last story they cross swords with one of the deadliest enemies of Mycroft's brother - Colonel Sebastian Moran.
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Sam sat to her right in order to leave his gun handy. Prudence could not help being aware of the length of well-muscled leg running hip to knee with hers as well as the warmth that spread through her body at his nearness. She handed over the reins and their hands lingered just a moment longer than the transfer took. Prudence's hands were far from dainty, yet they were dwarfed by Sam's leather-hardened, ham-sized mitts. Sam declined the buggy whip and got Max started with just a gentle pull on the reins. The buggy took off with Sam's dun trotting alongside.
They sat in companionable silence, neither knowing quite what to say.
Prudence used the opportunity to examine this giant, decidedly unusual man. Other than the pure physical mass of him, at first, Prudence could not put her finger on the difference. It was then that she realized that he smelled different from other men of her acquaintance.
"Mr. Blake," she began tentatively, "you don't smoke, do you?"
Sam's eyes widened in surprise at the question. "No, not anymore. Why do you ask?"
Prudence blushed unexpectedly. "Most of the men I've met carry certain odors. Leather, tobacco smoke, sweat, bay rum, horse...Oh God, I'm not doing this right!" Well, girl, in for a penny, in for a pound. "You smell--I don't know--clean somehow."
For a moment there was an uncomfortable silence. Then, unexpectedly, Sam threw back his head and laughed.
Prudence was confused. She folded her arms across her chest. "What's so funny?"
Still laughing, Sam reached in his back pocket for his handkerchief, removed his glasses and wiped the tears from his eyes, then wiped the lenses and replaced the glasses, all with one hand since the other was on the reins. "I'm sorry, Miss Hofheinz, it's just...it's just that...well, when a man wants to make an impression on a lady, I suppose clean is not exactly the description he wants to hear."
"I didn't mean to insult you, Mr. Blake."
"You didn't. But please, call me Sam."
Prudence's face fell. "But that would mean you would have to call me Prudence."
Sam touched her lightly on the arm. "You don't like your name, do you?" he asked gently.
"No. When you have a name like Prudence, people expect you to be virtuous and untouchable. Can you imagine a man saying 'Prudence, I love you?' It sounds absurd!"
It didn't sound absurd to Sam.
Standing near him, Prudence again became aware of how big this man actually was, but instead of being intimidated, she was fascinated. A man like this could envelop a woman and make her feel protected. She wondered if his arms were as strong and secure as they appeared in the well-made black frock coat. Prudence wanted to touch Sam's hair and beard. Were they coarse or soft? He was not one of those whipcord lean, narrow-waisted, spare cowboys. Was his chest smooth, or did he have body hair?
Prudence blushed at the wantonness of her thoughts. She had no right to speculate about this man. And yet--she sensed the loneliness in him, saw the isolation. Perhaps they had both been lonely too long.
Pru wanted to take a chance.
The biggest problem was he was most likely to say no.
Then again, the worst thing was that he might say no. Prudence needed the most courage she had displayed since the Great Chicago Fire.
"Sam," she said warily,"would you like to come in and sit a while?"
