Sanity – Not!
Just a short, short story about something that was in the news . . . John thought that the presence of the American professional driver in the flat was strange enough – perhaps a case of sabotage to one of the very expensive vehicles that he drove? Unfortunately no . . .
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Sherlock immediately deduced that the new client currently in the flat was an American professional driver who drove those insanely expensive vehicles that just went boringly 'around and around' on a circular track – a profession that indicated (at least to the detective) that the man was of limited intelligence. And the plea to the two men listening to the prospective client was hardly original either.
"Please, Mr. Holmes, you've got to help me," said the man, who attempted to disguise his name by saying it was 'Smith'. Sherlock was that day being kind and merely said, "It depends on why you have come." John tried to at least ease what was probably going to be rejection, by saying that their schedule was quite busy – he could read the signs in his flat mate's body language.
The possible refusal to help sailed right over the man's head; he really wasn't the 'brightest bulb'. Smith gulped and said, still panicked, "I think that my girlfriend is an assassin," and started to say something about her showing up at his house in a bloody evening gown.
"No, - good bye!" replied Sherlock, who physically pulled the man off the chair he was sitting on and hustled him out the door, down the stairs, and pushed him out the exterior door. "No, we will not help you." He returned to the flat and found John still sitting in his usual spot, but staring at the chair the man had formerly been sitting in. Sherlock ventured that 'that was a bit much', an opinion that the man who had been married to a woman named Mary agreed to – no matter what the meaning . . .
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A.N. Goes to show that no matter how odd the fiction – real life can be, and often is stranger . . .