A/N: Sorry for the short prologue, but I didn't have much heart in the
plotline. This will probably be a pretty bad fic, but who knows!? Please
give constructive reviews! And excuse me for a bad imitation of a German
writing English and the fact that the letter is very close to the one in "A
Scandal in Bohemia." I do not own Sherlock Holmes, and all main characters
belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, although I think Holmes's public property
by now. I am sorry if I go off character a bit. I haven't read all of his
adventures, so I'll base him with some of my personality.
The fog in London that night was unusually dense. I was taking a trip to my good friend Holmes to see if he has had any more interesting problems for me to document. I was also bringing my account of "A Scandal in Bohemia" for review from him. I was barely able to discern the shape of 221B Baker Street, but I found it nonetheless. When the Landlady showed me up, I found Holmes in a morphine-induced stupor. I had thought he had quit and stuck with Cocaine now. When I had finally woken him, he brought to me the astonishing news.
"Holmes, I am heartily ashamed of you! You said you would quit morphine!" I ejaculated first.
"I am sorry Watson, but I did it with a heavy heart. Please be kind enough to observe this." He held up an envelope with paper that had the delicate coloring of pink. I recognized it immediately as the paper the king of Bohemia uses. "Read it out loud, Watson. I would like to hear it again, anyway."
The style of the letter was exactly the same as last time, except there was a name. The letter was addressed the following way: "A German nobleman will be calling upon you at 9 o'clock tonight with a story of extreme importance. There has been a dreadful situation with the Ormstein Royal Family that cannot be stated here. Arrangements for no visitors would be appreciated. Signed, Count Von Kramm."
I was surprised that the King would need Holmes' assistance again in anything at all this time. "Surely this is a jest, Holmes!" I said.
"I believe not, my dear Watson. The way he wrote the note was as if he was in a hurry and tried to conceal his true identity minimally. It is just 5 right now; will you not join me for dinner?"
"I might as well. I was expected to stay at my patient's house overnight for they said he was in some serious condition, but he was just some old man with influenza."
I know it's not much now, but I have little time to write. Please review!
The fog in London that night was unusually dense. I was taking a trip to my good friend Holmes to see if he has had any more interesting problems for me to document. I was also bringing my account of "A Scandal in Bohemia" for review from him. I was barely able to discern the shape of 221B Baker Street, but I found it nonetheless. When the Landlady showed me up, I found Holmes in a morphine-induced stupor. I had thought he had quit and stuck with Cocaine now. When I had finally woken him, he brought to me the astonishing news.
"Holmes, I am heartily ashamed of you! You said you would quit morphine!" I ejaculated first.
"I am sorry Watson, but I did it with a heavy heart. Please be kind enough to observe this." He held up an envelope with paper that had the delicate coloring of pink. I recognized it immediately as the paper the king of Bohemia uses. "Read it out loud, Watson. I would like to hear it again, anyway."
The style of the letter was exactly the same as last time, except there was a name. The letter was addressed the following way: "A German nobleman will be calling upon you at 9 o'clock tonight with a story of extreme importance. There has been a dreadful situation with the Ormstein Royal Family that cannot be stated here. Arrangements for no visitors would be appreciated. Signed, Count Von Kramm."
I was surprised that the King would need Holmes' assistance again in anything at all this time. "Surely this is a jest, Holmes!" I said.
"I believe not, my dear Watson. The way he wrote the note was as if he was in a hurry and tried to conceal his true identity minimally. It is just 5 right now; will you not join me for dinner?"
"I might as well. I was expected to stay at my patient's house overnight for they said he was in some serious condition, but he was just some old man with influenza."
I know it's not much now, but I have little time to write. Please review!
