Final chapter! I dunno whether to cry or cheer. I know! I'll chy. Wait, isn't that a kind of tea. hmm...
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Chapter Nine
The Narrative of Dr. John Watson
Once again it falls to me to finish Aurora's tale. She insists that I tell of the night that she and Holmes disappeared.
I must have arrived very shortly after the attack because as my cab pulled up the few people on the street at that late hour were staring down the road or up at the shattered window. I rushed in to find Mrs. Hudson standing in the entrance hall. She seemed at a loss to describe what had happened.
I entered the sitting room and stopped dead on the threshold. It was empty. Why on earth should someone shoot at an empty room?
I sent Mrs. Hudson off for the police, then set about committing details to memory. The sitting room door was wide open. Two glasses, both half full of brandy sat on the table. The glass from the window was inside the room, indicating the shot had been fired from outside. The bullet had lodged itself in the ceiling toward the centre of the room, so the shooter was on the street.
I saw a bit of paper lying in the debris and picked my way through the glass as carefully as I could to retrieve it. As I bent to pick it up, I noticed a small amount of blood on the shards. My heart sank. No doubt Aurora was here with Holmes and now one or both of them were injured. If only I had arrived sooner…
The note proved to be a simple death threat. Holmes received something of the sort on a regular basis. I shall reproduce the text here:
MR. HOLMES
THE STEAMER FRIESLAND CASE IS YOUR LAST. YOU AREN'T SAFE ANYWHERE. REVENGE WILL BE SWEET.
The revenge the author had in mind had obviously not been wrought. Holmes and Aurora had obviously escaped, though where and why were still a mystery. I had every confidence that my friend would reappear shortly. Inspector Lestrade shared my opinion. He also related the conclusion of the case those two had been so involved in.
I question Mrs. Hudson about the shooting, and she swore that no one came downstairs after the shot went off. I did not doubt her. My searches for Holmes in all his usually haunts proved fruitless as did my inquiry at Mycroft's. To find that Holmes and Aurora had slipped under even Mycroft's far-reaching gaze troubled me, and as the days passed my worried grew.
Where on earth could they be?
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WHAT! I know you're all thinking, that's the end? Sorry. There is a sequel, unfortuantly it exists mostly in my head. As you all so insightfully noticed, it will involve Holmes in the future/present. Anyway, I promise a conclusion. Feel free to flame me if I don't.
Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review!
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Chapter Nine
The Narrative of Dr. John Watson
Once again it falls to me to finish Aurora's tale. She insists that I tell of the night that she and Holmes disappeared.
I must have arrived very shortly after the attack because as my cab pulled up the few people on the street at that late hour were staring down the road or up at the shattered window. I rushed in to find Mrs. Hudson standing in the entrance hall. She seemed at a loss to describe what had happened.
I entered the sitting room and stopped dead on the threshold. It was empty. Why on earth should someone shoot at an empty room?
I sent Mrs. Hudson off for the police, then set about committing details to memory. The sitting room door was wide open. Two glasses, both half full of brandy sat on the table. The glass from the window was inside the room, indicating the shot had been fired from outside. The bullet had lodged itself in the ceiling toward the centre of the room, so the shooter was on the street.
I saw a bit of paper lying in the debris and picked my way through the glass as carefully as I could to retrieve it. As I bent to pick it up, I noticed a small amount of blood on the shards. My heart sank. No doubt Aurora was here with Holmes and now one or both of them were injured. If only I had arrived sooner…
The note proved to be a simple death threat. Holmes received something of the sort on a regular basis. I shall reproduce the text here:
MR. HOLMES
THE STEAMER FRIESLAND CASE IS YOUR LAST. YOU AREN'T SAFE ANYWHERE. REVENGE WILL BE SWEET.
The revenge the author had in mind had obviously not been wrought. Holmes and Aurora had obviously escaped, though where and why were still a mystery. I had every confidence that my friend would reappear shortly. Inspector Lestrade shared my opinion. He also related the conclusion of the case those two had been so involved in.
I question Mrs. Hudson about the shooting, and she swore that no one came downstairs after the shot went off. I did not doubt her. My searches for Holmes in all his usually haunts proved fruitless as did my inquiry at Mycroft's. To find that Holmes and Aurora had slipped under even Mycroft's far-reaching gaze troubled me, and as the days passed my worried grew.
Where on earth could they be?
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WHAT! I know you're all thinking, that's the end? Sorry. There is a sequel, unfortuantly it exists mostly in my head. As you all so insightfully noticed, it will involve Holmes in the future/present. Anyway, I promise a conclusion. Feel free to flame me if I don't.
Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review!
.·´¨`·»¦«·Kerowyn·»¦«·´¨`·.
