A/N: Here's Chapter 2. I still don't own anything except Kathryn and Julia.
Everything else belongs to Doyle. Enjoy and please R/R. Constructive
criticism is welcome.
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Chapter 2- A Night Out
Kathryn Granger called upon us that evening precisely at the time she had named. I sent for a cab, while Holmes and Kathryn were chatting together quietly. Holmes was in a wonderful mood that evening. In the brougham, he would talk of nothing but violins and modern music. I quickly found out that Holmes was very fond of the music by Lassus, Mendelssohn, and Liszt. He told us that he could play Saint-Saëns's Danse Macabre for himself, and promised us he would play it after we got back home.
By the time we had reached Covent Garden, all three of us were in the highest of spirits. As we entered the festival, we admired all of the spectacular decorations in the park. It seemed as though the evening air itself was glowing with anticipation for the start of the festival. All around, there were hundreds of tiny, scintillating candles that lined the bushes, the grass and the stage. Apart from a few extra tapering candles on the stage itself for the orchestra, everything was dark, making the plethora of the tiny pin points of light from the candles appear like a sea of stars that had descended from the heavens in anticipation of the music.
When the music started, it filled the air with its quivering notes. I sat there on that warm summer night, amidst the faint glowing of the candles, mesmerised by the beautiful and eerie music. We sat there under the heavens for two hours, enjoying the wonderful music of Saint-Saëns. The orchestra played the lively Bacchanal, the haunting Danse Macabre, the magnificent "Carnival of the Animals," and the breathtaking Organ Symphony. As the enchanting music filled the air, it seemed as though even the stars above were dancing with delight and enjoying the awing melodies. Slowly, an enigmatic mist swirled among us and soon we were enveloped in the dense fog.
Afterwards, we went to a restaurant to get a late supper. As we sipped some sparkling champagne, we discussed the events of the evening. It appeared that Kathryn enjoyed the music as much as I did, and even Holmes, who would usually be able to criticise the music, could not find a word against it. Holmes and Kathryn were chatting away about past cases when a thought suddenly came to my mind.
"Holmes, what was the case that Kathryn helped you with about?" I asked. A surreptitious smile appeared upon his face as he glanced at Kathryn before replying:
"It was such a singular little case that happened to come my way while I was attending university at Cambridge. I think that if you had been there, you would have definitely wanted to write one of your little stories about it. Perhaps Kathryn here would like to tell you about it."
"Well, alright then," Kathryn replied, grinning. "It was actually a very simple case about a lost book bag. The case was brought to my attention when one of my friends, Anne, called upon me one morning and told me her book bag was missing. I knew Holmes liked to solve cases like this and was aspiring to be a detective, so I informed him of the situation. After ascertaining that the bag was not in her lodgings, nor was it misplaced elsewhere by questioning Anne's roommates, we had determined that it was stolen. I will not bore you with the arduous details of how we found the culprit and retrieved the bag, but I will tell you that we both learned two very important lessons from it. First, is to never jump to a conclusion about where a fact will lead you, and second is to always expect the unexpected."
"Very wise words," I commented thoughtfully, "It seems like you had learned a lot from the experience.
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Chapter 2- A Night Out
Kathryn Granger called upon us that evening precisely at the time she had named. I sent for a cab, while Holmes and Kathryn were chatting together quietly. Holmes was in a wonderful mood that evening. In the brougham, he would talk of nothing but violins and modern music. I quickly found out that Holmes was very fond of the music by Lassus, Mendelssohn, and Liszt. He told us that he could play Saint-Saëns's Danse Macabre for himself, and promised us he would play it after we got back home.
By the time we had reached Covent Garden, all three of us were in the highest of spirits. As we entered the festival, we admired all of the spectacular decorations in the park. It seemed as though the evening air itself was glowing with anticipation for the start of the festival. All around, there were hundreds of tiny, scintillating candles that lined the bushes, the grass and the stage. Apart from a few extra tapering candles on the stage itself for the orchestra, everything was dark, making the plethora of the tiny pin points of light from the candles appear like a sea of stars that had descended from the heavens in anticipation of the music.
When the music started, it filled the air with its quivering notes. I sat there on that warm summer night, amidst the faint glowing of the candles, mesmerised by the beautiful and eerie music. We sat there under the heavens for two hours, enjoying the wonderful music of Saint-Saëns. The orchestra played the lively Bacchanal, the haunting Danse Macabre, the magnificent "Carnival of the Animals," and the breathtaking Organ Symphony. As the enchanting music filled the air, it seemed as though even the stars above were dancing with delight and enjoying the awing melodies. Slowly, an enigmatic mist swirled among us and soon we were enveloped in the dense fog.
Afterwards, we went to a restaurant to get a late supper. As we sipped some sparkling champagne, we discussed the events of the evening. It appeared that Kathryn enjoyed the music as much as I did, and even Holmes, who would usually be able to criticise the music, could not find a word against it. Holmes and Kathryn were chatting away about past cases when a thought suddenly came to my mind.
"Holmes, what was the case that Kathryn helped you with about?" I asked. A surreptitious smile appeared upon his face as he glanced at Kathryn before replying:
"It was such a singular little case that happened to come my way while I was attending university at Cambridge. I think that if you had been there, you would have definitely wanted to write one of your little stories about it. Perhaps Kathryn here would like to tell you about it."
"Well, alright then," Kathryn replied, grinning. "It was actually a very simple case about a lost book bag. The case was brought to my attention when one of my friends, Anne, called upon me one morning and told me her book bag was missing. I knew Holmes liked to solve cases like this and was aspiring to be a detective, so I informed him of the situation. After ascertaining that the bag was not in her lodgings, nor was it misplaced elsewhere by questioning Anne's roommates, we had determined that it was stolen. I will not bore you with the arduous details of how we found the culprit and retrieved the bag, but I will tell you that we both learned two very important lessons from it. First, is to never jump to a conclusion about where a fact will lead you, and second is to always expect the unexpected."
"Very wise words," I commented thoughtfully, "It seems like you had learned a lot from the experience.