Family Secrets
An Hope Holmes Adventure Chapter XII
Faith Robin
"Holmes, what do you think your doing?" Watson asked as Holmes rushed to his room and came out wearing one of his many disguises. This one was a drunken man, with blondish hair.
"What does it look like Watson? I'm going after her, of course," Holmes said sitting at the make up table. He started to prepare his face.
"And do you think that will do her any good? It may just put her in more danger." Watson pointed out.
"I have to do this Watson I have to make sure that she's okay," Holmes said continuing to prepare his face.
It wasn't long that I heard footsteps approaching the door. I readied myself, my arms tensing up ready for the tray to make contact with the back of a certain person's head. The door slowly opened a man came in; I stepped into hitting range and hit him as hard as I could. He crumpled to the ground. There was no one else following him. I searched his pockets the key to the door was in it. I placed the key in a safe place and I rolled my captor over to see his face. I gasped; I recognized him. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I hid behind the door with the tray in hand again.
"Sir!!" I heard a man's voice say, I saw his shadow and readied myself for the bang of another man's skull beneath the tray and this time I would run (at least into another room with preferably a window). "DAWSON! Search the house! She's gone!!" I heard him say again as he leaned over the other's body.
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