Case Book – Case 1 Part 1
Why must he be so dumb?
"Why do your plans always end up as surprises?" My eyes fell on Holmes as we walked away from the police as the handcuffed the men we had just beaten.
"Watson, why must you introduce me to your wife, so late?" Holmes said with a grin. He will never forget that, neither will I, sadly.
"Fair win Holmes, fair win. But really, how did you know that they would strike here next?" It was easy to change the subject with him, sometimes too easy.
"The baker heard them talking about it." He said shrugging.
"Wow, no thinking involved…" I said trailing off, something didn't seem right.
. . .
Two hours later, we sat in his apartment that we used to share. Holmes paid full rent with another owner who is not too fond of him.
"Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson, we have a new case." A police officer said as he entered the room. Newbie, you could tell since he was shivering at the sight of Holmes with a gun in his hand.
"I see.," Holmes said putting down the gun, the taking the note from the officer. "Hmmmm, Mrs. Williams is missing, Mrs. Renée Williams."
"Mrs. Williams whose husband is the owner of the boat company?" If it was, this couldn't be good.
"Yes. If we know Mr. Williams, which I do very well, he is going crazy." Holmes said looking to the officer.
"Indeed he is." The officer said. "Now follow me to the carriage, I can see you accept the case."
Holmes and I nodded and followed him to the black carriage being carried by two brown horses.
. . .
We arrived at the house of Mr. Williams at 5:34, the house was humongous and was covered in officers from top to bottom. We made our way to Mr. Williams who was crying. It was odd to see a man of high society crying, but I couldn't blame him, his wife was missing.
"Mr. Holmes, I'm so glad you took my case." Mr. Williams said. Yeah, just forget about me.
"No problem sir, now when did she go missing?" Holmes grabbed out his notebook.
"Well, she left two days ago at 3:00pm. I haven't seen her since." Mr. Williams said in a shaky voice.
"Do you mind if we check your room?" I asked
"No Doctor, the police are in there, so you are gladly welcomed in."
"Thank you" I said, following Holmes.
We walked down the hall to the bedroom. Dark maroon curtains covered the windows, a canopy bed was in the center of the room with satin maroon sheets.
"Can you all please leave?" Holmes asked "We'd like to investigate on our own."
The men left, leaving me and Holmes alone. He went over and shut the door, then walked to the window.
"Watson, I have a feeling that this case has more to do with this ring than anything else." Holmes threw a ring at me, must have been Mrs. Williams.
"Our police force needs glasses I suppose." I studied the ring, it was cold, and damp. "It seems wet, and if she left two days ago, how could it still be wet?"
"My question exactly." He walked by me fast grabbing the ring from my hand. We brushed shoulders, which sent a tingle down my spine. Odd.
"Any ideas?" I asked
"Yes, we go look for this man." He said holding up a picture he found under the bed.
"He looks familiar…" I said. "A-ha! Gregory Thomas. I worked on him about a year ago."
"Fine memory my dear Watson." As he said that, another tingle down my spine. What was going on?
We made our way out to the carriage and went to my apartment. It was only six blocks down from Holmes', and we were either at his or mine often. When we walked in, I headed right for my office.
"Here he is." I said pulling out the card I had on Gregory. "His address and everything. So you think they are having an affair?"
"Far from it, I found this in their room as well." He pulled out a knife from his jacket.
"Oh, so a murdering pair?" I asked
"Seem so, but we have to check though." He said walking back to the front door. "He only lives by the bakery, which is ten blocks from my house, so sixteen from yours."
"Sure Holmes, we can walk. If that's what you're asking."
"It is Watson, it is."
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