Under The Lens, A Drabble Series. Chapter the First.
Prompt: Holmes and Watson get stuck in a very tight place.
Holmes and I were searching the lodgings of a blackmail suspect. As we were searching, and finding nothing incriminating, he came over to me and hissed in my ear, "Quickly, someone is coming! Hide!"
We looked around for a hiding-place and spotted the wardrobe at the same time. We both got in as quickly and as quietly as we could. By a good stroke of fortune, there was a chink in the wardrobe near my eye.
As a credit to Holmes' ears, the door squeaked open less than a minute later. A short, lean young fellow came in, threw his hat at the peg on the wall and missed, and went into the other room for a moment. Holmes put his hand on the door to the wardrobe to open it. I shook my head, as I could see him returning with some sheet music.
The young man sat down at the piano and began to play. He also began to sing. It would better be described as warbling. For the next two hours, our ears were subjected to the worst renditions of classical opera that I have ever heard. Then the young man closed the piano, walked over to where his hat was still sitting on the floor, scooped it up and left.
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