Okay so I finally listened. I've just written chapter 14 on my computer and it is about two or three times the lenght of this one. Just 'cos I love y'all. Until we get to that point though, the chapters are going to stay ruffly the same...
Special thanks to Gryphon31 and BatTitan for your pearls of wisdom. :)
And addicted2fic, you totally rock.
Last but not least, a GIANT thank-you to Blackcurrant Bonbons for Beta-ing this chapter - you rule Shona! ;)
Chapter 11
Sherlock rose, and began pacing the room, "How old is the girl?" he asked, moving to the sofa, where he sank down and closed his eyes.
"Five years old."
Sherlock said nothing, thinking hard. The silence grew.
"I know!" cried Pip, jumping off the table and knocking John's almost finished bowl of cornflakes into his lap, "Let's go visit them dressed as pirates!"
Sherlock frowned turning to the crazed teenager, "Why?" he asked.
Pip rolled her eyes, "It'll worry them into submission. Duh."
"Well it would do that…" muttered John, wiping the soggy cornflakes of his shirt with Pip's discarded scarf.
"Well, you told me that the art of disguise is hiding in plain sight!" Pip cried, grabbing hold of Sherlock's thin wrist, "See, I do listen to you!"
Shaking his head in amazement, Sherlock turned to James and began to question him further, "Did you see the name of the book the girl's father threw at you?"
James thought for a moment, before replying, "I cannot be absolutely sure of it, but I think it was a self help book of some kind. Maybe it was about… I'm not sure."
Despite James not being able to remember the name of the book, Sherlock seems satisfied with the answer. Only one piece of evidence was missing.
Getting up, Sherlock slipped his coat on, "We will be visiting Mr Emsworth" he said, wrapping his own scarf around his neck, "But not, Pip, dressed as pirates."
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