Prompt:
By: Domina Temporis
As soon as I saw my to be tenant, I attempted to shut the door in his face,
"Wait, please, ma'am, I would very much like to see these lodgings- they look more pleasant than my present flat on Montague Street."
I gave in.
"Very well, Mr..."
"Mr Holmes." and he stepped in.
He was tall, and very thin. His aquiline nose was very prominent, and I could see the skin pulled tight over his jaw.
He admired the room.
"This is very promising indeed." He complimented, with a vague hint of uncertainty, as if he never gave out praise before.
"Who told you about my offer to board tenants?" I inquire.
"My brother- your last lodger was arrested and evicted from here earlier this week, I perceive, and it had brought you great relief. Also, you have been stressed about meeting me, and went out to market sometime this afternoon."
I was shocked, and then became angry.
"Mr Holmes, if you have been following me around today, I shall insist that you-"
"Forgive me for giving you that impression, Mrs Hudson. I was simply observing and making my deductions."
"Your deductions, Mr Holmes?" I echo.
"Just observing details- your skirt is covered in mud, and as for the stress, you have worn out the heels of your boots whilst pacing in the kitchen."
I felt a bit giddy when I realised what he had just done.
"Do... do you do that all the time?"
"Only when it suits me," He replied.
He looked at the mantelpiece.
"The violin wouldn't perceive to be a bother to you, would it?"
"I shouldn't see why it should." I reply. I was not willing to admit this readily, but the man was more likeable than my last tenant.
"You can move in this Sunday, Mr Holmes." I tell him.
He gaped at me a moment, and then smiled- he does have a lovely smile. He is very charming as well, in a peculiar fashion.
I think I shall like Sherlock Holmes.
He cannot surely drive my iron welded nerves to the highest hell.