She came to England in search of her estranged husband.
Two weeks later, the three men she had asked to help her find him had all been murdered.
Garrotted.
Now she comes to 221B Baker Street, asking for the services of England’s only consulting detective.
“Madam,” said Sherlock Holmes, “those men were not murdered because of their connection to your husband. They had a much more immediate connection. To you.”
She paled. “I … I lead them to their death.”
“I fear so,” said Holmes. “And you have placed yourself and those who are with you at risk of the same fate. Come now, we have to find your husband.”