221b
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KS: Hullo, this is the next one of my collection for KCS's 221B challenge. It's not based on any story, really, but it's easy to tell what's going on.
I hope you like it!
I sat at my desk, writing a new account of one of my dear friend Sherlock Holmes's cases. It was confoundedly hard going, as I had to be discreet about many of the details, so illustrious was the client that had been the centre of it all. But, I felt that it was one that must at least be put into writing while the facts were fresh. I could always put it away until later if I thought the world was still not ready for it.
Holmes was himself out on some small inquiry. I had wanted to join him, but he assured me that there was no danger.
"If there was," he had said, "I would not dream of stirring without you."
That still did not keep me from worrying about him, for the enemy on this case was indeed a cold-hearted man. But, my writings soon took my mind from it.
I chewed at the end of my pen thoughtfully. I turned my head when I heard the sitting-room door open.
My friend walked in, and immediately I knew something was amiss.
His face was deathly pale and mottled with bruises, and his chest heaved with every breath.
But what worried me the most is what I saw next on his head as he collapsed to the floor, insensible…
Blood.
KS: Thanks for reading, please, review!