The curious tale of the intervention on Primrose Street
Chapter one: A strange visitor-
Holmes was sat in his chair, Pipe in hand, and mind in his latest case. It had been a few weeks since any man had knocked on his door asking for help, so the arrival of a tall, hooded stranger at three O'clock last night had come as quite a shock to him. The man, whom at first had been reluctant to give away anything that may have identified him to Holmes, and when questioned about his motives for coming, the stranger had been very difficult to retrieve information from. This irritated Holmes.
The Stranger had been dressed in a full length coat of leather, which was unusual in London in the summer, and had been wearing the most peculiar boots on his feet, Holmes could tell that the man had been running from something, and thought that perhaps he had come in to escape pursuers. It was not surprising then that Holmes had been suspicious of this man, but the more he thought about it, the odder it seemed.
Eventually the stranger had given his name, which, compared with his manner was quite ordinary, the young gentleman's name, for he had been very young, only twenty two, or twenty three at the most, was James Miller.
It was now almost ten in the morning, and Sherlock Holmes had not yet slept, the man had stayed at his house for almost three hours. Holmes was just about to call his friend Watson, to see what he would make of this most unusual evening, when his thoughts became unnecessary as Watson Entered the room. "Good morning Holmes", came the familiar, cheery voice from across the room. "Morning indeed". Responded Holmes. "Although, I would hesitate to call it good".
"Whatever do you mean Holmes, It is a wonderful day".
"Well Watson, let's see what you make of this". Holmes recounted the events of the previous night to Watson, who looked astounded by this new information. "How Intriguing. So, what did this James actually want."
"I can't say Watson, but he assured me he would be back today to explain, and I would be most grateful if you would stay and help me with this case, I am sure you will find it extremely interesting".
Watson agreed, and the two friends kept each other company for no more than an hour before there was a rather vigorous wrap on the front door. Holmes opened the door, and to his surprise, there in the doorway was not the man from the night before, but another, shorter and stockier looking than his counterpart. "hello, could I enter"? The visitor was foreign, his accent was extremely thick, and Holmes ascertained from the way he carried himself that he was probably Jewish. Holmes looked across the figure's attire. He was wearing a waist coat, and a broach with the Star of David etched into the design. His face was worn, tired and old. Yet he could be no older than Holmes. "Yes, come in." replied Holmes. The man obliged.