a/n: Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
And back to the mysterious cab...
A Study in Suspense: chapter 8
A late cab ride through London
An unexpected journey,
On a chill October night;
Two tired, unwilling passengers inside;
They gaze at one another,
Still bewildered at their plight
And shaken by this jolting, jarring ride.
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The first to move is Mycroft,
Stretching carefully through pain,
He pats his fellow prisoner on the hand;
"Good evening, Mrs Hudson,
It appears we meet again;
Your evening, too, did not go quite as planned?"
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A frightened hitch of breathing,
Then a small, defiant voice,
"Indeed, a change of schedule, as you said.
Our hosts were quite persuasive,
I'd have much preferred the choice
Of staying home in Baker Street, instead."
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Then silent contemplation,
Both reflecting on their fate,
Uncertain what their captors had in mind;
As their driver raised his whip
To urge a faster, frantic rate;
Leaving home and friends and safety far behind...
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