Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes and Co. I only own Lily Greenwood and Patricia Brown.

It was about eight o' clock, one hour after Dr. Watson had left the room, that Mrs. Williams told us that a gentleman by the name of Sherlock Holmes was waiting for us. Lily invited him in. He charged in, looking very angry indeed.

"What have you done with Watson? He is stuttering like an old man! When I asked him where he has gone, he wouldn't tell me! It was only by seeing his boots did I know that he has gone to see you!" Mr. Holmes shouted. I was very angry at this sudden outburst. As for Lily, she smiled and then replied that she had told Dr. Watson that he was not allowed to tell her secret. Mr. Holmes was very annoyed, by his expression. He opened his mouth and was about to speak when he was cut short by Mrs. Williams.

"Another gentleman is here to see you, Mr. Greenwood." She told my friend. Lily asked her to let him in. A moment later, Inspector Lestrade walked into our rooms. "Mr. Holmes, there is an unidentified body washed out from the river Thames. I went to your flat but Dr. Watson told me you had gone to see Constable Greenwood." He spoke. Lily jumped from her seat and rushed down the stairs. I ran after her, followed by the two detectives. She jumped into a cab and led me in, then ordered the driver to go to the Thames, leaving Mr. Holmes and Inspector Lestrade behind. "You were pretty rude to Mr. Holmes and the inspector, Lily." I whispered to Lily. She laughed, and replied that she didn't care about them.

We reached the Thames and rushed down the river. There was a crowd near the bank of the river. Lily was pretty annoyed by the commotion. "How am I to do my duty if there is a crowd near the scene of the crime?" She complained loudly, enough to the crowd to hear that they were not wanted. She pushed her way through the crowd and spotted the body. It was a middle aged gentleman, well dressed and with cards bearing the name of James Sacks of Liverpool. Lily entered into her professional mode. She examined the body carefully. "Cause of death, strangulation. Done with a soft material, most probably silk. He is a home article and rich by the look of his dress. Other than that, he lives in Priory Road, inherited money from his dead parents and is a drunkard." She muttered. I was not amazed at this ability of hers to see facts from the smallest details. She had used it to her advantage for the Simpson's will case, the Williamson's abduction and many more.

Then a four-wheeler came along and Inspector Lestrade, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson jumped out. Inspector Lestrade was not happy while Mr. Holmes was simply furious to see us there already. Dr. Watson just laid there, trembling at the sight of Lily. I guessed we shouldn't have startled him. Lily went up to him and told him that she had examined the crime scene and that they were looking for a woman who was six and a half feet tall, wears expensive silk dresses, uses Indian Cigarettes and likes to keep her black hair short. Then, she left the crime scene, making Mr. Holmes looking astonished at her description.

"How did you managed to know the description of the murderer, Lily?" I asked my good friend. We had returned to our apartment. "Isn't it obvious? I calculated the height from the length of her stride, her pointed heels led me to believe that she was a woman, the silk she used to strangle Mr. Sacks was from her dress. The fluffy ash of Indian Cigars is quite noticeable near the body and a strand of black hair, short in length was on his back, which made me think that it belonged to the murderer as he was lying on his back." She told me. The next day, a woman of that description was arrested. She was an Indian noblewoman who had fallen in love with Mr. Sacks but he had betrayed her by marrying another woman. She had met up with him, tried to persuade him to flee to America with her but he had refused. In anger, she had murdered him. Lily read the newspaper with some interest and had pointed to me that Inspector Lestrade had gotten all the credit. "That old inspector does not know about detection at all! Forty years in the force should have done some work, but I think that he hasn't learnt his lesson at all!" She had exclaimed. Then she went down to have a talk with Inspector Lestrade, which I later found out to have consisted of some very strong words. That had made him quit the force a few years later.

As for Lily, she resumed her normal duty at the river and was promoted to the title of inspector.