CHAPTER 10

"Thank you, once again, for Magic" I told the woman before quickly turning and ushering John back down the street. "Watson, how good to see you" I said, "I thought you were in England or otherwise engaged". "You said you were Holmes" he hissed and I turned to him innocently, "An I not?". "There's policemen swarming around a small side ally in the market square. Three men found dead. You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that would you?" He asked and I sighed, "you see it's a very complicated story. The-". "Don't you dare use your fancy words to try and confuse me into agreeing Sherlock. Did you or did you not, kill those men?" He asked, cutting me off. "Awww but John, they tried to kill me first" I whined and he glared at me, but couldn't hold back a smile, "your like a kid sometimes you know that?". "But I'm your favourite kid" i said happily and he sighed, "your the only guy I know who acts like a kid".

"Well Magic, this is Dr. John H Watson. Watson, this is Magic. Say hello" I said and he turned to me, "it's a bird Sherlock. I'm not greeting a bird". "John" I scolded, "be nice". He rolled his eyes before turning to Magic who was still comfortably sitting on my shoulder, "bird". "Human" Magic chirped and Watson jumped back in surprise as i laughed my head off. "It...it...it TALKED" he said shocked and I laughed at his confused expression. "Yea, Magic talks. Now be nice and talk to him". "It's a BIRD. What on Earth could I talk to it about?". "Magic is a 'he' not an 'it'. And I don't know. Talk about seeds or feathers or something". "No way" John replied shaking his head and Magic copied him, "no way". "Hey. No mocking the humane Magic. Bold bird" I scolded, shooing him off my shoulder. Cheering angrily, he flew up to the sky above us, but still followed us. "So what possessed you to buy the bird?" Watson asked. The note.

Whistling, I looked up at Magic, "come here boy". "He's not a dog Sherlock" Watson muttered but Magic came anyway, landing on my shoulder. "Lets see" I muttered, patting my good hand and he happily hopped onto it. "What happened your hand?" John asked. "Oh that?" I asked airily, "just a crazy old dude decided to scar an arrow shape into my palm to stay there for entirety so I would never forget him of this current little riddle game I'm playing which is why i got Magic for the next clue". He stared at me confused, "an old man carved an arrow shape into your hand?". I nodded, smirking as I spotted a small white note tied around Magics leg. "Sorry buddy" I muttered, untying the twine holding it in place, "got it". Taking it off his leg, he hopped back onto my shoulder, looking down at the paper with interest. As was John. "The next clue" i explained, unrolling it.

*As you've gotten this far

I must congratulate

But it's getting harder

So please don't wait

You must find the next clue

Before its too late

I'm placing it now

In a high up place

Next to a river

This clue can be found

A tourist attraction

Reaching from sky to ground

Reggie*

Time for round 2. "That's his clue?" Watson asked, handing it back to me and I nodded, "yes. Rather simple really". "I don't get you" he said confused. "Think Watson, think. High up place. Next to a river. A tourist attraction" I replied but he still looked confused. Putting my arm around his shoulder I steered him towards central Paris, "tell me, my dear Watson, have you ever seen the Eiffel tower?".