CHAPTER 7

Sherlock looked at the body on the table as Martha stood outside the room, comforting her weeping cousin. Sherlock rolled his eyes, on the verge of asking her to PLEASE cry a little quieter, but figured he shouldn't, as that might be considered what normal people called "rude". So he shut the rest of the world out and just concentrated on his work, muttering things to himself as he went. "Thin...
Around 60 years of age... No visible wounds... Possibly poison? Something hard to detect?" John nodded and shrugged. "Maybe," he said, "I don't know." Sherlock sighed in exasperation and put his magnifying glass back in his coat pocket. "Allison? Martha? Could you two come in here a moment? I need you to tell me some things." the two woman walked in. Sherlock's mind immediately started firing when he observed Ally. 'Red, puffy eyes, tear-stained face, abnormal breathing.' He thought Sad. That had to be it. 'Ha! Very good, me! You deserve an award... Focus, Holmes, focus!'
Ally was staring at her mother's hand with a funny expression on her face. Sherlock noticed almost immediately. "Problem?" Ally nodded. "Her wedding ring." Sherlock glanced at the body. "She's not wearing one, Allison." He said slowly, as if she was a small child. "Yes, that's the problem. She ALWAYS wore her wedding ring. Always..." Sherlock nodded. "Interesting...I'll take that into account." Martha smiled sadly. "I asked her once why she always wore it...she said she'd die if she took it off." She suddenly looked startled. "IT CAME TRUE! OH GOD!" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Let's just look for evidence around London. John, you and Martha go look downtown. Allison and I will look in and around that old hotel." John nodded and walked out, Martha close behind. Sherlock turned and smiled at Ally. "I guess it's just you and me." Ally blushed. "I guess it is..."