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.
ARRGH!! ::bangs head against wall:: first finals then summer job. i have been so busy it's not even funny. get up, go to work, come home, crash. repeat daily. i must be crazy to do two jobs during the summer. now that i'm done ranting, the story continues.
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Holmes had a habit of disappearing and reappearing without warning. Sure enough, just as I finished by last note card, Holmes materialized without warning.
"Well, I have the means at least." Holmes produced a strip of duct tape in a plastic. "It was on the doorjamb where the lock should have gone. One of the students to visit must have placed it there so he could come back later." He chuckled. "Ingenious in its simplicity."
"We still don't have a motive or suspects." I pointed out.
"True, but I don't think this will be the last event in our investigation." Holmes' words proved too true that weekend. A sorority was broken into during a frat party next door. Campus security called it a fraternity initiation and gave the frat boys a warning. The only thing taken was a painting, which was later found down the street, leaning against a streetlight, the backing torn away.
The painting, a simple reproduction of the sorority building, didn't belong to anyone in particular, and was thrown away. Holmes insisted on seeing it, which meant searching the dumpsters around the building. I was glad to play lookout this time, though we didn't have to look for long
"Catch!" A rather large canvas came sailing out of the dumpster, which I barely caught, followed by Holmes. The backing had been torn away just like the landscape we had found by the art building. Holmes examined the frame carefully. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the canvas, aside from the damage which had been inflicted on it.
"What are you looking for?" I asked after a moment.
"This." He turned it over and indicated the signature scrawled across the lower right hand corner of the picture. "Andrea Fenton." He said, unnecessarily.
"So someone is stealing her paintings. Why? She's in France, it couldn't be to spite her, she doesn't even know about this." I thought aloud.
"Maybe we should ask her." Holmes said, as he pitched the painting back into the trash bin.
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.·´¨`·»¦«·Kerowyn ·»¦«·´¨`·.
ARRGH!! ::bangs head against wall:: first finals then summer job. i have been so busy it's not even funny. get up, go to work, come home, crash. repeat daily. i must be crazy to do two jobs during the summer. now that i'm done ranting, the story continues.
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Holmes had a habit of disappearing and reappearing without warning. Sure enough, just as I finished by last note card, Holmes materialized without warning.
"Well, I have the means at least." Holmes produced a strip of duct tape in a plastic. "It was on the doorjamb where the lock should have gone. One of the students to visit must have placed it there so he could come back later." He chuckled. "Ingenious in its simplicity."
"We still don't have a motive or suspects." I pointed out.
"True, but I don't think this will be the last event in our investigation." Holmes' words proved too true that weekend. A sorority was broken into during a frat party next door. Campus security called it a fraternity initiation and gave the frat boys a warning. The only thing taken was a painting, which was later found down the street, leaning against a streetlight, the backing torn away.
The painting, a simple reproduction of the sorority building, didn't belong to anyone in particular, and was thrown away. Holmes insisted on seeing it, which meant searching the dumpsters around the building. I was glad to play lookout this time, though we didn't have to look for long
"Catch!" A rather large canvas came sailing out of the dumpster, which I barely caught, followed by Holmes. The backing had been torn away just like the landscape we had found by the art building. Holmes examined the frame carefully. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the canvas, aside from the damage which had been inflicted on it.
"What are you looking for?" I asked after a moment.
"This." He turned it over and indicated the signature scrawled across the lower right hand corner of the picture. "Andrea Fenton." He said, unnecessarily.
"So someone is stealing her paintings. Why? She's in France, it couldn't be to spite her, she doesn't even know about this." I thought aloud.
"Maybe we should ask her." Holmes said, as he pitched the painting back into the trash bin.
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I love reviews. Questions, comments, ideas, criticisms, complaints, meandering thoughts, should all be directed at that little review button.
.·´¨`·»¦«·Kerowyn ·»¦«·´¨`·.