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Chapter 1
I leaned over the newspaper with my best friend, Anna Thorne. We were looking at ads for apartments.
She let out a little gasp and said:
"221C Baker Street."
"Wait", I said. "Did you say Baker Street?"
"We should go with 221C Baker Street," she said. "Yes. Definitely Baker Street. That's the place I want."
"I'm sure it is," I replied. "Call. Now."
"Will do." Anna said with the number already dialed on her cellphone.
"I've got to admit, I am kind of nervous"
"Me too," I said. "It's not often one gets to live under Sherlock Homes."
Anna grinned "Living under the actual Sherlock Holmes."
"And John Watson, of course."
"I hope they aren't too loud in the mourning." She paused "On second thought, leave the knifes at out last place"
"Yeah," I laughed. "Sounds like a plan."
An older woman opened the door.
"You must be the new tenants," she said. "I'm Mrs. Hudson."
"Hello, ," Anna said. "It's very nice to meet you, I'm Anna Thorne."
"Julie Mason," I said.
"Please, come in." Said , motioning to the door
Mrs. Hudson led us inside.
"What do you do for a living?" She asked.
"We're detectives," replied Anna instantly.
"Well," I said. "She's a detective, I'm an artist, well, I am a detective but I'm mainly an artist."
"Yeah, she's just my sidekick. Doesn't even do much."
I sighed but didn't comment.
"More detectives?" Mrs. Hudson said. "The boys upstairs are detectives too, you know."
"Yes. I know very well. I read John blog frequently."
I laughed. "Very frequently, she practically idolizes Sherlock Homes."
"No I don't" Anna said, blushing.
"I read it also," I said. "I've always enjoyed a good mystery. And I like John Watson's writing style as well."
At this point we were standing outside the door to the flat.
"Well," Mrs. Hudson said. "You should go upstairs and say hello sometime. I must be off now." She turned and walked down the hall.
"Well," I said. "Let's look at the place."
Once we were mostly unpacked I started a diary entry.
We've arrived at 221C Baker Street. We now reside underneath the infamous Sherlock Homes. I feel somehow safer here. With everything that has been going on it is good to know there is a more experienced detective near by.
As I closed my diary in my room, I heard Anna scream and something crash on the floor "Probably a mouse" I mumbled. She came running in the room. I looked at her face and realized there was only one thing it could be.
Just then the door flew open and two men came crashing in.
Anna was visibly shaking
"What's happened?" Said Sherlock without introducing himself "A phone call startled you." He said looking at the broken phone
"Sherlock Homes," I said breathlessly. "We need your help."