"Precisely that," Vincente grinned at the boy.
"I think," the eldest girl chimed in at last, "Mycroft's more interesting, myself. But we don't get to know enough about him."
The youngest girl peered up. "Who's Mycroft?"
Vincente raised an eyebrow, realising at last that to the girl, most of the conversation would have gone completely over her head. "Mycroft is Sherlock Holmes' big brother," he explained as simply as he could. "And, yes, Mycroft's pretty interesting too - he's probably even more clever than his brother. But there's one thing that puts Mycroft just a little behind Sherlock: he's brilliant, but lazy. So, where Sherlock becomes a detective who saves the world, Mycroft becomes like a human computer, someone who remembers and thinks about everything for other people, especially the government." He hoped he had did Mycroft justice.
An omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
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