When Watson arrived to the scene of the crime with Holmes and Jamieson Scotland Yard had arrived. "Are Mr Holmes," Clarky said as they approached. "And Watson?" he asked surprised.

"Hello again Clarky old chap," Watson said shaking Clarky's hand. "I only wish we could meet again in more pleasant circumstances," Watson said sadly.

"Yes quite," Clarky agreed and showed the three where the bodies were.

Watson watched Holmes running around the house with Jamieson in tow. "Well it's simple," Holmes finally said.

"They were both gamblers. They got into deep dept and couldn't pay it back. So therefore one of their 'customers' came to collect their money. When he found they didn't have it he killed them. He spied the little girl and she ran. He shot again but only hit the girl's leg. She fell into the ditch outside and pretended to be dead. When the gunman left she climbed out and into the woods behind the house," Jamieson finished. Everyone's mouths dropped.

"He's defiantly your son Holmes," I said clapping Holmes on the back and getting a tingling feeling in my whole arm but ignored it.

"Yes quite. But for now let's find the child," Holmes said and pulled Jamieson onto his back.

"But Holmes what about the gunman?" Lestrade asked.

"He goes by the name of Jerry Pritchard. He's still in the house hiding in the attic. His gun is no longer loaded," Holmes replied as he left the house. Watson in tow this time.

~Page Brake~

Soon the three men and boy emerged into a clearing in the woods. Clarky plopped down and groaned. "This is a waste of time," he muttered.

"Why's that Clarky?" Jamieson asked as he climbed down from his dads back.

"Well you read what Mr Maxwell wrote. The child's as good as dead," Clarky replied.

"No. There's always a way!" Jamieson snapped and ran off. Holmes followed and Watson followed Holmes.

"JAMIESON!" Holmes shouted.

"Shush for a moment!" Jamieson called back and sure enough they could here crying. Soon they came to a dead end. A large oak tree stood in their path. Jamieson walked back over to Watson and Holmes walked over to the tree and bent down.

Inside the hollow tree was a girl. She was caked in mud and blood. She had only one arm, the other being cut off from the armpit down. Her only hand was bent into a strange position and her leg was splayed out in front of her. "Hello little one," Holmes said softly. The child's head shot up. "No don't worry. We've come to help you," Holmes said quietly. "My names Sherlock Holmes," Holmes said. "That boy is my son Jamieson and that man is my friend Doctor John Watson," Holmes said pointing to each person. "Do you have a name?" Holmes asked and the child nodded. "What is it?" Holmes asked. The child tried to speak but it was just a load of mumbling and the child looked distressed. "Don't worry. Can you write?" Holmes asked and the girl nodded her head. Holmes passed her some paper and a pen. Holmes then held the paper whilst the child wrote. Wendy Amber Traford the child wrote. "Well Wendy. Do you want to come with us?" Holmes asked holding out his hand. The child took his hand and Holmes pulled her out of the tree trunk. Watson walked over and the girl looked up at him curiously.

"Hello child," he smiled.

"Wendy," Holmes whispered. Watson nodded and turned back to the child.

"Hello Wendy. My names Doctor John Watson. Would you like to come home with us so I can heal your leg?" Watson asked and the child nodded. Watson opened his arms and the child hobbled over to him. Watson smiled and picked the child up. The child began to babble incoherently. Watson smiled suddenly and laughed. Holmes and Jamieson (who was back on Holmes's back) looked at Watson confused. "She said that you look funny," Watson laughed and the child smiled.

"You can understand her?" Jamieson asked.

"Well yes. When I was in Vietnam I worked with a soldier who was like Wendy. Couldn't talk. But soon we understood what he was saying." Watson replied as they arrived back at the clearing where Clarky was still sat.

"You found her then. Well I let the workhouse know they can expect another one," Clarky said as he stood up.

"No need Clarky. She's coming with us," Holmes said as he hitched Jamieson up his back further.

"Is that wise Mr Holmes sir?" Clarky asked.

"Why do you say that?" Holmes asked.

"Well look at it. It probouly wont live long," Clarky said looking at the child who was silently crying into Watson's shirt.

"Shhh Wendy it's OK. Ignore the mean man," Watson whispered.

"It can't understand you Watson." Clarky snapped and stormed off.

"What has gotten into Clarky?" Jamieson asked growling slightly.

"He lost his newborn baby a week ago," Holmes reminded.

"Oh yeah." Jamieson said. "But that's no excuse!" Jamieson snapped.

"No your right. But people deal with their pain in different ways." Holmes said as they arrived back at the house and climbed into the cab. Soon they were on their way back to Baker Street.