A door opens, light pours into the black. A man in his mid 20s beckons the doctor and the detective into the foyer up the staircase to the upper floor. Watson carefully took in the framed playing cards, all the ace of spades. The pressures of Mycroft’s words rang in his ears.
“It is the custom for each Master of our firm to have his image placed in the center of the ace of spades. This is my grandmother,” explained Mr. Adams.
“This last frame is empty,” stated Holmes, “the next master would be Mr. Grant the first vice president?”