Disclaimer: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle owns Sherlock Holmes and Co. I only own Lauren Moran alias Billy Smith.
A certain girl is beating a certain boy and a certain authoress up…
Alice: What do you mean you don't want me?
Wilson: I prefer Lauren Moran's shooting skills then your fighting skills! In case you forgot, she's Colonel Moran's great great-grand daughter!
Me: Will you two stop fighting! I am trying to write here! Besides, Alice, you have already starred in "Sherlock Holmes and the League of Girls"
It was another day for begging, and today had been a particularly fruitful one. Lauren was walking back to the hideout when she bumped into two men going to the theater. She slid her hand into the pocket and quickly took out the shorter man's wallet while they were not looking. She apologized to them and ran away, clutching the wallet.
She went to a quiet alley and paid close attention to the wallet. There were five 10-pound notes and a couple of shillings. Lauren took these and looked for the address of the owner. To her amazement, it was Dr. Watson! It was printed neatly in the wallet:
Whoever finds this wallet, please return it to Dr. John H. Watson M.D. at 221B Baker Street.
Yikes! I've just stumbled on to a gold mine! Lauren thought. She thought for a while and then slapped her thigh. She had an idea…
"Holmes, my wallet is missing!" Dr. Watson exclaimed. He had searched his pockets after returning and found that the pocket that usually contained his wallet was empty. In other words, he had lost his wallet.
"It must be the street Arab whom we bumped our way into when we were going to the theater. Hello! What's this?" His question was directed to a letter in the post. "No post mark, obviously hand delivered and uses cheap stationary at one pence a packet. The letter reads,
Dear Sir,
I think that the wallet belongs to your friend Dr. Watson. I have it here in my possession. If he wants it back, he can meet me at Oxford Street at 9.00am the next morning.
B.
Handwriting unfamiliar, writes in cursive and has a fine education by the usage of words. This shall be interesting. We shall meet him then."
Lauren heard every word they said while perched on a tree. She giggled then slipped down. Maybe her object to go to the past wasn't so hard to accomplish after all.
Alice: Yahoo! Make sure you succeed Lauren! Don't let the L.O.G. Down! By the way, in case you are wondering, Wilson and the authoress are currently tied up now. Get it?(Grins mischievouslly while glancing back. Two figures lay there tied up and gagged.
