Holmes rose into a more dignified sitting position.
"My dear Watson, would you be so kind as to open the door?"
I did as I was instructed, allowing in a lovely young woman with the most striking golden hair, blue eyes, and full pink lips. She wore a mask around her eyes, a wide brimmed hat, a tan jacket with an opal broche, and a long, tan cape lined with scarlet.
"Are you Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" she asked my companion in a voice that was soft, airy, and exceedingly sweet.
"Yes. And this is my close friend and colleague Dr. Watson. You may speak as freely around him as you would with just me. He will be discreet. This is not, after all, the first time the two of us have been consulted by royalty."
I was astonished at Holmes' declaration, but the young lady remained calm as she removed her hat, revealing an ornate tiara studded with fabulous jewels, removed her mask, revealing a delicate face, and removed her cape and jacket, revealing an elegant pink gown the same extraordinary shade as her lips.
"I should have known you'd see right through my disguise, given your reputation, Mr. Holmes," said our visitor. "I am Princess Peach, of the Mushroom Kingdom."
"Not a region I am familiar with," said Holmes. "Therefore, it must stand to reason that you have emerged from that anomaly in the center of Baker Street."
Again, I was astonished by how calmly my friend made such a declaration. I had no knowledge of the anomaly of which he spoke.
"How might we be of service to you, Your Majesty?"
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