Sherlock Holmes, as conceived by Arthur Conan Doyle, lasted forever and ever through both short stories and novels, and even one death. It’s definitely a fervent wish of mine that this series does something similar, although (like Doyle) I imagine Thomas will at some point get frustrated with the series…
Our formidable Charlotte is at it again, but this time up against an enemy too deadly to underestimate. Moriarty himself has come to visit, with a seemingly thoughtful, heart wrenching request–his only daughter has sequestered herself in a cult and has not been seen or checked on in ages. All is not what it seems, however, and Charlotte (along with Ms. Watson) knows she needs to tread carefully to avoid meeting an unseemly end.
And don’t forget in the middle of this all is Lord Ingram, who is either flirting or not flirting with her. Romantic relationships are complicated as is, but for Charlotte they do present a slightly different challenging issue–because she’s on the autism spectrum.
Call it for what it is–anachronistic–but we’ve never had Charlotte so openly call out her differences in language that reads, to us 21st century readers, as confirmation of her neurodivergence. She doesn’t like being hugged or touched in specific ways. She’s aware that her emotional response to situations and her ability to gauge the emotional response of others is different. But more to the point, she’s aware of all these things and accepts it as part and parcel of who she is. So do those around her! It’s never as clear as in her interactions with Lord Ingram, who has finally divested himself of that tedious scheming wife of his and is as free as one can be to pursue our Charlotte to the best of his ability, cock rings and all.