a/n: Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
Thank you to my anonymous guest reviewer (and all the unanonymous ones, too!)
Meanwhile, back at that terraced house; the one with the knife...
A Study in Suspense:chapter six
A knife blade gleams...
A tired and battered figure;
Shoulder throbbing, sore and bruised,
Is quickly turned around, quite forcefully
To face a mocking Colonel,
Now triumphant and amused,
Delighted that his scheme went perfectly.
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The Colonel moves in closer
With his sharp, long-bladed knife,
And looks his helpless victim in the eye.
Despite extreme discomfort,
And the clear-cut threat to life,
The prisoner stays impassive, head held high.
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The knife sweeps down to cut
The rope which bound all limbs so tight,
The captors move their prize across the floor.
They cross a stone-tiled hall
And out to face the London night,
Then up, inside a cab, with padlocked door.
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A shocked gasp from the corner
Means this captive's not alone;
Dim light reveals the Colonel's other "guest".
And, outside on the pavement,
Where raw rope-burned hands have thrown;
A note, complete with Governmental crest...
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