βHereβs a letter for you, old man,β I announced as I sifted through the morning post one grey day in October. βNot a lot else, Iβm afraid.β
Holmes folded down the top of the newspaper he was reading so he could see me. βA letter from whom?β
βNot sure.β I turned it over to study it as best I could. The envelope was thick and expensive, postmarked from America. The ink was rich and black, and it smelled unexpectedly floral, with an odd sulphuric note underneath. βLooks to be a womanβs writing, Iβd say.β
βIf you would.β He held out a pale hand. I passed him the envelope and he neatly sliced it open with his pocket knife. A single page slipped out onto his breakfast plate. He unfolded it with a flick of his wrist, then smiled. βAh! Morticia.β
βAddams. She is my second cousin.β
I was immediately intrigued, for Holmes so rarely talked about his relatives. It had taken several years after our meeting for him to bring up the subject of his elder brother, who lived and worked barely an hourβs walk away. I wasnβt surprised that a second cousin in America had gone unnoted until now.
βUnusual names run in the family, I see.β
Holmes smirked. βHer grandmother was my great-aunt SΓ©raphine, who met and married a quite singular gentleman named Algernon Frump while travelling. They settled over in the States many years ago, and dear Morticia now resides there with her husband.β
βWhy does she write you?β
βShe is arranging a sort of family reunion on All Hallowβs Eve. Apparently it has been far too long since we have all seen each other.β
βSeveral years at least. It was certainly before you and I met.βΒ
βAnd will you oblige her?β
βI suppose I will.β He folded the letter and placed it neatly back in its envelope, tucking it into his inside pocket. βYouβve been angling for a holiday, my boy. Would this satisfy you?β
βWouldnβt it be terribly rude?β I asked, startled. βShe has invited you, not me.β
He tutted. βNonsense, Watson! Morticia knows we live together, of course.β
βShe will have read your book.β
βOh! Well that is kind of her. But a family reunion, Holmes, I am notββ
βYou are my partner and intimate friend. I assure you there are members of the Addams clan with far more tenuous connections, and many of them also of no blood relation. You will not be out of place, and they will be glad to meet you.β