Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson belong to that wonderful genius Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, as do any plots and minor characters I may have "borrowed" along the way. This is jsut for fun, not for profit. Honest. If you don't believe me look at my bank account.
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After lunch at the cafeteria, we hung out at in the Couch Room of the library. Some wise soul decided more people would use the campus library if there were comfortable places to study. There were a dozen large comfy sofas scattered around a large fireplace. It was a great place to finish the homework I had with me. Holmes was reading some really thick novel when a female voice interrupted us.
"Are you Alex Holmes?" Holmes winced ever so slightly, he hated his first name.
"Yes, I assume you're Yolanda Rodriguez." Holmes waved in my direction. "My friend, Solei Watson." I didn't wince but I gave him The Look when Yolanda wasn't looking. I didn't like my first name much either.
"Prof. Saland said you wanted to see me about the trashed room." She sighed and ran a hand through her short dark hair. "I'm just glad none of my pieces broke, I'm applying for a graduate school scholarship." As she was talking she sat carefully on the edge of the couch. She seemed to me to be a fragile little woman, a good stiff wind might have lifted her off the ground.
"Odd about that. None of the painting seemed to be damaged." Holmes said casually.
"But there is one missing. Saland told me to tell you. It was a landscape by Andrea Fenton." Yolanda corrected him. "Weird thing about that is that Andrea moved to Paris for graduate school."
"Why was that piece left behind?"
"Saland liked it, said it was a prime example of Impressionist art. It was just a display piece."
"Did anyone come in while you were working?"
Yolanda didn't answer right away. She stared at the cold fireplace for a moment. "A few people came in and out but everyone was gone when I left. I checked."
"You're sure?" Yolanda nodded firmly. "Thanks for your help, Yolanda."
She shrugged. "Not sure I was much help, but you're welcome."
I waited until she had gotten out of earshot to ask Holmes what he thought. "I think this is getting to be a strange case. She has no motive, so unless she's concealing the criminal, we are back where we started. No motive, no suspects, no means, and no opportunity." He fell silent for a minute. I returned to my work and when I looked up a few minute later he was gone.
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After lunch at the cafeteria, we hung out at in the Couch Room of the library. Some wise soul decided more people would use the campus library if there were comfortable places to study. There were a dozen large comfy sofas scattered around a large fireplace. It was a great place to finish the homework I had with me. Holmes was reading some really thick novel when a female voice interrupted us.
"Are you Alex Holmes?" Holmes winced ever so slightly, he hated his first name.
"Yes, I assume you're Yolanda Rodriguez." Holmes waved in my direction. "My friend, Solei Watson." I didn't wince but I gave him The Look when Yolanda wasn't looking. I didn't like my first name much either.
"Prof. Saland said you wanted to see me about the trashed room." She sighed and ran a hand through her short dark hair. "I'm just glad none of my pieces broke, I'm applying for a graduate school scholarship." As she was talking she sat carefully on the edge of the couch. She seemed to me to be a fragile little woman, a good stiff wind might have lifted her off the ground.
"Odd about that. None of the painting seemed to be damaged." Holmes said casually.
"But there is one missing. Saland told me to tell you. It was a landscape by Andrea Fenton." Yolanda corrected him. "Weird thing about that is that Andrea moved to Paris for graduate school."
"Why was that piece left behind?"
"Saland liked it, said it was a prime example of Impressionist art. It was just a display piece."
"Did anyone come in while you were working?"
Yolanda didn't answer right away. She stared at the cold fireplace for a moment. "A few people came in and out but everyone was gone when I left. I checked."
"You're sure?" Yolanda nodded firmly. "Thanks for your help, Yolanda."
She shrugged. "Not sure I was much help, but you're welcome."
I waited until she had gotten out of earshot to ask Holmes what he thought. "I think this is getting to be a strange case. She has no motive, so unless she's concealing the criminal, we are back where we started. No motive, no suspects, no means, and no opportunity." He fell silent for a minute. I returned to my work and when I looked up a few minute later he was gone.
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I love reviews. Questions, comments, ideas, criticisms, complaints, meandering thoughts, should all be directed at that little review button.
.·´¨`·»¦«·Kerowyn ·»¦«·´¨`·.