a/n: as per chapter one
I don't own Holmes and companions
POV of Victor Trevor
Jungle Book Hunt 5
The sun was just peeping above the horizon,
As we started our journey to places unknown.
As Holmes hadn't bothered to give me the details;
I'd picked up a weapon or two of my own.
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A doctor, detective and plantation owner;
A strange little team in the pale early dawn.
Holmes showed me the leaf he had found in my study;
"Now, Trevor, from what type of plant was this torn?"
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I gazed at the leaf he was waving before me;
"Darjeeling." I said, with a satisfied glow.
(Despite all my cares, I was oddly elated.
At last I knew something which Holmes did not know!)
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My triumph, of course, was abruptly cut short.
"Why, thank you, dear Trevor, that's just what I thought."
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"Last night, I perused several books on the subject;
And now I'm au fait with the tea from Darjeeling.
Other teas struggle to match its high standard."
"I know what that's like!" I responded with feeling.
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"Now, Trevor, which neighbour has recently travelled
From Terai to Darjeeling, and brought back some tea?
And who has the motive to plot out your downfall,
And knows of the contract you signed recently?"
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"Well, it can't be the friendly and elderly Colonel,
And suspicion can't fall on the chief of police;
But Carstairs returned from a journey last Thursday,
And isn't too keen when I call on his niece."
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"If he's tall, with brown hair, and an Oxford degree,
And a left handed writer; it's him we must see!"
~o~
to be continued...