A typhoon approaches and Li Sung sleeps through it.

Written after watching Rupert Everett in “The Case of the Silk Stocking.” Much of the imagery came from the opening scene when he was in an opium den of London, showing a far less “perfect” side to the Sherlock Holmes character.

Jeremy Esquire turned the corner of a grey, grim and grimy eye sore, and was enveloped by the darkness; it was 10 o’clock at night and not a sound could be heard; not even a scuttling rat or starving cat.