The next day was a quite day, the colonel was told about Moran and why he want the colonel dead. "This is outrageus, I removed Molly for her well being and it is not like he never saw her because we lived in the same house as him. It was just I was the one taking care of her. When she grew up James was the one telling to come to me for everything. Then he kicked us, yes, us out I think it was so he could run his group." Holmes was sitting in a chair close to the window, "Well, I think it would be best to one day, and better to be sooner, you should let her the whole story." "I have thought that for years, but she never liked James, I don't know what it would do to her." "Best let her know the truth and why you removed her from your brothers care. She will think better of you for that." Holmes said standing up. "Well Watson I think we should be getting back to London, heaven only knows what Scottland Yard has messed up while I have been away." We would leave the next day but something was still bothering me. "Holmes, what happened with you and your father when you were young?" "Watson I have told you it is not my secert to tell." Holmes said as we walked down the hall to the rooms we were staying in. I glared at him, "Fine keep your secerts but one day I will find out." My friend smiled at me. His father was waiting in the dinning room for us, most of the guests had left in the morning, "Well son, I hear you are off to London in the morning? Could you not stay for a few more days. Mycroft is not leaving for a few more days could you not wait to go up with him?" Holmes tought for a moment, "Father we have spent more time together this last few days together then we have in years, let us keep the bond we are rebuilding in good shape." His father nodded. The next morning the Squire came with us to the staition along with Holmes' mother. "Well Sherlock please do not make us wait for years to see you again." Holmes smiled but his eyes were bright, "I will do my best father." After saying good bye to his parents we both got on the train. The question about his father's secerte was still eating at me. What was so big my friend would not share it with me? I knew I would have to be pacente if I was going to find out. Life at Baker Street went back to normal, Scottland Yard did have some messes that needed cleaned up. Around easter we got a letter saying Holmes father was not doing well and that Mycroft was headed up to the house, Holmes fallowed a few days later, I stayed behind to look for a new practice to help out with. Holmes had asked for all his letters to be sent up to him, as he was trying to find a friend of his fathers so they could say farwell to each other. This letter came about a week after he left, my crousity got the best of me and I opened it, which I had done to make sure I was not send up letters about missing items or people. To my suprise the letter was signed Violet Holmes. This shocked me I knew neather of the brothers were married so who was this person? "She is my sister," came a voice behind me. I jumbed about a foot in the air, I turned to see my friend leaning on the door frame to the sitting room. "I knew you would find out about her, my father had an affire when I was about ten. He had nothing to do with her, her whole life. Now on his death bed he wished to meet her. I hope she makes it in time." "This was the secerte?" I asked. "Well kind of, anyone close to him knew about it. He hated that I figured it out when Violets mother came to the house to talk to him, my mother was in London for a convetion. He told him I knew about it and he well our father son realationship died there. I was mad he did hunor my mother as I thought he should have. Well now I can have her returen with me, it will be nice to get to meet her after all these years." Holmes and his sister made it back to the house just in time for their father to meet his daughter. Sadly two days after Holmes returned to his family home I got a telegram stating his father had pasted away in his sleep. My trip to the Holmes family house would never be forgoten. I learned why my friend was so strange, and now my goal was to find out why he thought so lowly of women.