****Authour's note- Greetings, thanks for reading the first part of my
story and thanks for coming to read more of it. I am a slow write due to
writers block so please bear with me. And I promise that all will be
explained throughout the entire story. Thanks, Shannon Holmes. P.S. No, I
am not British although I spell and pronounce things like I am. **** Also,
I did not notice how short this was but oh well..I am sure everyone will
deal.
"I am sure that both of you are more than just a little confused and I promise that I will explain everything but I think that we had better get Mr. Holmes back to your apartment first. I left the cab waiting outside the alley." She stood slightly and helped pull Holmes up gently.
We got to the hansom without too much trouble, although the cabbie did give Holmes' bloodstained clothing a curious glance and soon we were rattling away, back to Baker Street. When we got there we accidentally woke up Ms. Hudson and she came out of her bedroom holding a frying pan. When she saw it was us she gasped loudly, dropped the frying pan and ran over.
"Oh my goodness! Mr. Holmes what has happened?" she asked upon looking at his bloodstained clothing and haggard expression.
"Nothing, Ms. Hudson, I assure you just a little accident."
"You wouldn't mind bring up a cloth and some warm water? Oh, and a tub of cold water?"
"Yes, of course Dr. Watson. I'll bring those things up in just a moment."
"Thank you, very much Ms. Hudson."
I waited until she had departed and said, "come along Ms. Holmes, right up the stairs here."
"Oh, I know. There are seventeen of them too," she said, a little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"How on earth do you know that?" I asked astonished.
"I'll tell you when we get into the living room."
"I am sure that both of you are more than just a little confused and I promise that I will explain everything but I think that we had better get Mr. Holmes back to your apartment first. I left the cab waiting outside the alley." She stood slightly and helped pull Holmes up gently.
We got to the hansom without too much trouble, although the cabbie did give Holmes' bloodstained clothing a curious glance and soon we were rattling away, back to Baker Street. When we got there we accidentally woke up Ms. Hudson and she came out of her bedroom holding a frying pan. When she saw it was us she gasped loudly, dropped the frying pan and ran over.
"Oh my goodness! Mr. Holmes what has happened?" she asked upon looking at his bloodstained clothing and haggard expression.
"Nothing, Ms. Hudson, I assure you just a little accident."
"You wouldn't mind bring up a cloth and some warm water? Oh, and a tub of cold water?"
"Yes, of course Dr. Watson. I'll bring those things up in just a moment."
"Thank you, very much Ms. Hudson."
I waited until she had departed and said, "come along Ms. Holmes, right up the stairs here."
"Oh, I know. There are seventeen of them too," she said, a little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"How on earth do you know that?" I asked astonished.
"I'll tell you when we get into the living room."
