The next morning, Winnifred found herself at the door of 221B once more, this time holding a large carpet bag full of carefully wrapped scientific equipment. In her other arm balanced a brass scale. "Mr. Basil," she called to the window. "Doctor?" Rather exhausted from the walk, she put her bag down and reached for the door handle. It was indeed open. She leaned in cautiously, calling the detective's name once more. She gasped as she felt the brass scale lose balance and slip from her arm.