A/N: Everything here is property of Sir Conan Doyle, k? This is my first
fanfic (my friend who's co-authoring with me wrote Ultimate Challenge), so
please, review, review, review!
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Chapter 4
All I heard from below was a series of bangs every few minutes for a few days. However, upon the fifth day, I awoke at three o'clock in the morning to a startling "Aha!" from the chamber below. I dressed and flew downstairs immediately.
"Watson, we're so close! Do me the largest favour possible and round up the Irregulars." I did as he asked, while he prepared for what was to be another of his mysterious outings. As soon as all the Irregulars arrived, he put them to work.
"I have here a map of the area surrounding Buckingham Palace. A shilling for each of you to find all possible agents of Moran within a half- mile radius of the Palace that live on or above the third floor." The children raced off in search of the information Holmes sought.
"I'll be off, now. Feel free to do whatever in my absence. I should be back by supper." He, too, left me to my lonesome. I busied myself with the London Times during his absence. Not surprisingly, there were still articles in the paper about the faulty firework.
Perhaps I should recap. It turned out that six were killed, eleven critically wounded. Most unfortunately, the Queen was number eleven. We were surprised to find that Lestrade wasn't jumping to conclusions in this case.
There was also a particularly disturbing article about Mr. Terrene of the shoe shop being shot. Holmes was singularly disturbed. He left on one of his peculiar outings, and returned with what I gathered was a satisfied air.
Anyway, I passed the hours until circa three o'clock, when the Irregulars returned. "Ah, Holmes is out right now. Well, what have you found on this most unusual errand?"
Wiggins handed me a list of a dozen men that were or had previously worked for Moran that matched Holmes' criteria. I replied with a silver shilling for each of them, and they left as quickly as they came.
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Holmes returned not a moment late for supper, which absolutely amazed me.
"Holmes, this has been an interesting case, indeed. All of us have changed our habits!"
"Well, Watson, the Queen is an important figure in British life. Now, let's see what Mrs. Hudson has brought us!"
As we dined, I told him of the day's bringing. He took the list with eager hands, and glanced over it quickly.
"Ah, Watson! There we have it!"
"What? You've solved the case?"
"Very nearly. Only one thing left to do." He wrote a telegram and had it sent with an urgent stamp upon it. "Come, Watson, we must be going."
"Where?"
"The shoe shop. Oh, and bring your revolver."
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Ooh, an air of mystery! Please review!
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Chapter 4
All I heard from below was a series of bangs every few minutes for a few days. However, upon the fifth day, I awoke at three o'clock in the morning to a startling "Aha!" from the chamber below. I dressed and flew downstairs immediately.
"Watson, we're so close! Do me the largest favour possible and round up the Irregulars." I did as he asked, while he prepared for what was to be another of his mysterious outings. As soon as all the Irregulars arrived, he put them to work.
"I have here a map of the area surrounding Buckingham Palace. A shilling for each of you to find all possible agents of Moran within a half- mile radius of the Palace that live on or above the third floor." The children raced off in search of the information Holmes sought.
"I'll be off, now. Feel free to do whatever in my absence. I should be back by supper." He, too, left me to my lonesome. I busied myself with the London Times during his absence. Not surprisingly, there were still articles in the paper about the faulty firework.
Perhaps I should recap. It turned out that six were killed, eleven critically wounded. Most unfortunately, the Queen was number eleven. We were surprised to find that Lestrade wasn't jumping to conclusions in this case.
There was also a particularly disturbing article about Mr. Terrene of the shoe shop being shot. Holmes was singularly disturbed. He left on one of his peculiar outings, and returned with what I gathered was a satisfied air.
Anyway, I passed the hours until circa three o'clock, when the Irregulars returned. "Ah, Holmes is out right now. Well, what have you found on this most unusual errand?"
Wiggins handed me a list of a dozen men that were or had previously worked for Moran that matched Holmes' criteria. I replied with a silver shilling for each of them, and they left as quickly as they came.
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Holmes returned not a moment late for supper, which absolutely amazed me.
"Holmes, this has been an interesting case, indeed. All of us have changed our habits!"
"Well, Watson, the Queen is an important figure in British life. Now, let's see what Mrs. Hudson has brought us!"
As we dined, I told him of the day's bringing. He took the list with eager hands, and glanced over it quickly.
"Ah, Watson! There we have it!"
"What? You've solved the case?"
"Very nearly. Only one thing left to do." He wrote a telegram and had it sent with an urgent stamp upon it. "Come, Watson, we must be going."
"Where?"
"The shoe shop. Oh, and bring your revolver."
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Ooh, an air of mystery! Please review!
