a/n: Safely arrived at the theatre; safely seated...now what?
For those who do not know, "The Mousetrap" is a murder mystery written by Agatha Christie, and is the longest running stage play ever, I believe. No spoilers for the plot.
I own no aspect of Sherlock BBC.
Chapter 10
Molly regarded her date
With a sliver of tension;
Rehearsing the right form of words
For the point she must mention.
She caught his attention...
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And whispered;
"Now Sherlock,
The cast and the script
Aren't remotely
Deductive fair game.
You mustn't enlighten
The audience here
By revealing the
Murderer's name."
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An eyebrow shot up
And got lost in a lock of dark hair;
"Have faith, doubting Molly,
Plot-spoiling,
Of course,
Isn't fair.
I'll take care."
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The curtain rose:
Sherlock sat silently
Keeping his word;
Intent on each gesture
Each prop,
Each sound heard.
A miracle,
Small and unique,
Had occurred.
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Molly relaxed;
This third date,
Against odds,
Was proceeding as planned.
She held in
A soft sigh
As long fingers
Wrapped round her left hand.
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The interval:
Muscles to stretch,
And a drink at the bar.
A text...
"John, go home,
All is well.
I can see where you are."
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A shadow moved out from the wall
It was leaning upon;
Saluted the couple...
A blink...
And the shadow had gone.
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Soldier then
Mother hen.
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Curtain rose;
Second Act:
Molly noticed
That Sherlock was feeling the strain;
She could see
The conflicting emotions
Caused pain.
He so longed to explain...
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