Chapter 2
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Dear Doctor Watson,
I know you must be tired of the sympathetic phone calls and the sorrow filled letters but it is of the highest importance that you continue to read this letter. Of course I am full of remorse for you and it must be hard dealing with what you have gone through however I am no longer filled with sorrow as I have information about the allegedly "dead" Sherlock Holmes.
My identity is of no importance really however I shall tell you anyway, my name is Natalia Relda and I am 14 years old. I feel the need to tell you my story from the beginning for you to understand the details of why I have written to you.
Unlike most, I knew of Mr Holmes before he made his name in the media. He assisted my Mother when I was 8 years old in trying to find a stolen diamond necklace and it is now that I will state that there is no way Mr Holmes was a fraud, unless he made the cow at a farm we visited for my birthday that year digest my Mothers necklace. His superior intelligence and intellect had such an impression on me that since that day I have aspired to be a detective. After the case, Mr Holmes and I exchanged several small letters discussing his extraordinary cases and strange occurrences which happened in my life (although there were not many of them).
When I first saw that article about Mr Holmes being a fraud in the newspaper, I was outraged and wrote a letter to him at once to discuss the matter however the reply I received very much confused me. This is how it went:
Natalia,
Believe everything you read in the papers as it is all true. You should stay away from me. You are a very bright girl compared to most your age and are not utterly stupid. Keep chasing your aspiration to become a detective; they will need someone like you when I am gone.
- SH
As previously stated Doctor Watson I was extremely confused and could not make sense of the letter. Then I saw the newspapers and was heartbroken, I did not go to school for two days because I was in so much shock. I attended his funeral where I saw you, though I doubt that you would have seen me, the tears falling from your eyes left me heartbroken.
One month after the funeral, I was in a Science lesson and was bored due to the fact we were learning about the solar system, how pointless? Anyway, due to my boredom I looked out of the classroom window to see a figure stood by a dustbin that looked at me directly in the eye. I gasped in shock because I recognised those eyes; they were the ice blue eyes of Sherlock Holmes. I immediately got myself excused from the lesson to visit the ladies room and rushed to the bin but by the time I reached it, he was gone. Although an envelope was taped to the bin with an note scribbled on top of it.
Natalia,
Please send this package to Doctor John Watson at 221b Baker Street, London. He will know what it means.
- An Old Friend
That is why Doctor Watson I must ask you a favour, as I break for summer vacation next week, please may I come down to 221b with the package for you to open? I appreciate that this is a big ask but I want to help you.
Keep hope Doctor Watson, I am certain he is still out there.
Yours Faithfully
Natalia Relda
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