a/n:Back at Baker Street, but someone is missing!
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
A Study in Suspense: chapter five
Supper will be very late...
A pause, then Holmes calls out again:
He calls, alas, in vain;
Both tenants grow increasingly alarmed.
They understand precisely
What an enemy could gain
From threats that Mrs Hudson might be harmed.
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Her kitchen tells a sorry tale;
A rhubarb crumble, burned;
A shattered mixing bowl beside the door;
A mess of spilled ingredients;
A flour bag overturned;
And muddy footprints smeared across the floor.
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Holmes looks around intently
And examines every clue;
Holds up a grey soil fragment to the light:
An unfamiliar texture,
Not a native London hue;
He'll source it if he has to work all night.
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A knock; the door is opened,
Lestrade is standing there,
With Hopkins at his side, he clears his throat.
"I am sorry to inform you,
I have dreadful news to share."
He hands the worried pair a blood-stained note...
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