Author's Notes: Here it is! First drabble in a row of prompt fills for the prompt table by KCS over at LJ. Mostly betaed by medcat.
Murder
After several weeks without so much as a glimpse of a case, Mr Sherlock Holmes was in no sweet temper. For days, he had buried himself in his room with his pipe, no doubt indulging in his vice, much to my dismay. I had attempted to discuss the matter, but he would not have it.
When the screeching of a cab's wheels and the subsequent crash just outside our lodgings jerked me out of a quiet breakfast, Holmes dashed from his room and hurried downstairs.
I followed him slowly. "An accident, surely."
His eyes were gleaming. "Murder, Watson!"