Living in an age of great technology and scientific progress, I was skeptical of the legend of Sekhmet that the Ankh promoted, but I also knew I couldn't fully discount it as being an excuse for some other scheme-such as to terrorize members of the peerage through their daughters or overthrow the government. I had preparations to make before I attempted to attend the Society of Sekhmet meeting tonight at Witcherell's Pawnshop. Fortunately, I'd acquired a key and was able to gain access on my own. Since it was still several hours before noon, she wasn't in residence. One never knew when one might need to utilize public transportation. I knew the schedule for every train, underground or otherwise, as well as the buses. Uncle Sherlock had impressed upon me from a young age that learning every streetwalk, road, alley, railway route, and business in London was imperative for him in his crime-solving capacity, and so I had taken it upon myself to study maps and become familiar with business districts and neighborhoods. Once more at the British Museum, where I'd spent more waking time than at home since the first night I met Miss Adler, I hastened to her office.
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