"Mr. Green
Valet to Lord Gillingham
Died April 21
Stumbled into the street and was crushed by oncoming cars
Remembered well by everyone…"
"Anna, does this sound like Mr. Green to you?" Mr. Bates asked with a smirk
"Um…yes…yes, of course." Anna replied hesitantly, "Only, I wonder if that is what really happened." She turned to look her husband in the eyes. Mr. Bates didn't even flinch.
"Anna, can I talk to you for a moment?" Lady Mary entered the servants' hall. Everyone stood and Anna replied, "Of course, mi 'lady."
The two women stepped inside Carson's office.
"Anna, the suddenness of Mr. Green's death has been bothering me. I decided to hire a private detective to look into the matter."
"Well Lady Mary, that's really not necessary…"
"Oh? Don't you think it's a bit odd?"
"Yes, yes of course. It's only…"
"You're worried Mr. Bates had some part in this."
"Yes mi 'lady."
"Well that is why I've hired a man. We have to prove Mr. Bates innocent."
"And if he has done it? What then?"
"I know this is risky, Anna."
Anna was nearly crying. "Oh, all right. When is he coming?"
"Tonight. We'll have to have him stay down here. You know how Papa is about the middle class."
"Of course mi 'lady."
Lady Mary went upstairs and Anna returned to the servants' hall.
"What was that all about?" Thomas asked smugly.
"None of your business." Anna replied and walked out of the room.
SIX HOURS LATER
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson. They're going to be staying here for a few days doing some work for me in town."
So this is the private detective, Anna thought to herself. But which one?
Mr. Watson kindly asked if he could take a seat and introduced himself as John. Mr. Holmes, however, continued to stare at each person in the room. "Entertainer, seamstress, war veteran, and…widow?" He said to the group, pointing to each one. "Well actually…" Daisy replied, "Wait, how did you know?"
Clearing his throat, Carson said, "Yes, I am Carson, this is Ms. Baxter, Mr. Bates, and Daisy."
"Where is everyone else?" Anna asked suddenly.
"Day off," Mr. Holmes said, "Correct?"
"…yes, that is correct."
Then, turning to rest his gaze on Anna. "Ah…I see. You're the one." Then extending his hand to her, "Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective."
"And psychopath." John Watson murmured.
"Fully functioning sociopath, John! When will you ever get that straight?" Sherlock snapped.
Ms. Baxter leaned over to Mr. Watson "Does he always do this?"
"What? Analyze people's situations by the stains on their shirt? Yes." John replied.
"So why exactly are you here?" Mr. Bates asked with a grim expression.