14. From Garonne - an unexpected visitor
Watson sat bolt upright in his bed, quite positive he had heard a female speak— was that giggling?
"Shut up, you'll wake them."
"Ouch! I tripped over Watson's chair."
"I gave you the map of the parlor, you ought to know where everything is!"
"You missed a step outside, you should know there are seventeen!"
He reached under his mattress and pulled out his old service revolver. When he crept into the hall, e saw Holmes already there, pressed against the wall with his stick in hand. They nodded at each other and burst out into the parlor.
"Who are you?" Watson shouted. Holmes lit the lamps, and standing there were—
Both men groaned. "Not again!"
"How do you lot keep getting in here?" Holmes demanded.
The fangirls looked at each other guiltily.
"I told you we should've called ahead," one said.
The other snorted. "Like that'd have gotten us in."
"That's enough! It's 2 AM! Out!" Watson shouted.
"But—"they pled.
"OUT!" both men thundered, and the fangirls burst into tears as they were pushed toward the door.
"Maybe another time. In the daytime," Watson said, and they both squealed as Holmes slammed and locked the door after them.