Hello, I'm back! Okay I'm going to try to have a short author's note this
time:
Reader: Thank you so much, it is because of you that I have updated so quickly!
Lady Artemis: Yes I have read MREG along with the other 4 in the series!! They are SO great!!
March Hare: You are my FAVORITE fanfic author and I am honored you have read my pastiche.
Disclaimer: I own Nothing ACD does
And now on with the LONGER chapter in No Mere Victorian Woman:
"Your deductions seem sound Ms," He studied me for a second "Raines. Allow me to make some of my own. You were born in an American small costal town. Northern California I believe." I nodded "You are left handed, practical when choosing clothing, you prefer quality to brand." He sat down on the bench, his hands involuntarily steepled as he closed his eyes, deep in thought. "You are not like the rest of your gender-"
"Absolutely genius" I replied my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"And you seem to have mastered the talent of deduction with an accuracy that comes naturally to few."
"Well Mr. Holmes or Mr. Holing, you are correct on every point. You know, we have many things in common. Both of us are, well distanced from our family and we both have minds that are superior to almost all others." I checked the silver watch around my wrist "I suppose the Yard should appear in a few moments."
Holmes laughed, "Yes, you are correct."
"Lestrade I presume."
"But of course. I am quite sure I understand the steps of your logic but I would like to check my theory."
"Certainly. Well once I recognized you for who you were I knew you must be on a case, hence the disguise. The newspaper have warned people for weeks of the escaped convict and thief, Robin Mark Mathonson and suddenly I realized a connection between that name and the name of one of the box seat ticket holders, Sam Korbin Romthan. Do you see the similarity?" I thought I saw confusion in his eyes, but in less than a second it had disappeared and was replaced with comprehension.
"Ah, yes I see the letters are only rearranged. Quite simple really."
"Yes, in fact my entire train of thought was quite simple."
"Speaking of Mr. Mathonson or as you say, Mr. Romthan, I do have a reason for being here and it is not simply to wait for the Yard. I have to make the actual arrest, or so Lestrade said. I had solved the case anyway but he also mentioned something about how having a patrol of officers raid the building would cause chaos and havoc or some such thing. I simply believe he did not want to have to be bothered with it as he knew he would receive all the credit."
"Yes," I chuckled " why do things always seem to end up that way for you?"
"I suppose it is because I never fought for recognition, its not that I really care. After all I get more than enough publicity from Watson, with any more everyone would be able to see though my fake beards and wigs and then where would I be? My career as I know it would be over and I would be forced to live my life as a confirmed old bachelor in some Sussex cottage raising bees or some such thing! No thank you I am quite happy with my life as it is. Now if you will excuse me there is a convict that I must arrest-" I interrupted him as he began to stand up,
"How exactly do you plan to capture Mr. Mathonson? Lestrade is correct," (for once) I muttered beneath my breath. "You can't exactly just, well arrest him in front of everyone."
"I see your point. I was not if fact going to go about things in that manner. I figured I would somehow convince him to join me outside first." A thought came to me and I smiled and standing up.
"Why don't you let me do this Holmes?" I was pouting and I knew it, but why did he get all the fun?
"Absolutely not! Why you could mess something up, or say something wrong or well-"
"Do you seriously believe," I was happy to notice that I had kept my voice calm; however every word I uttered was filled with contempt. "That I- an actress let me remind you, known world wide for her skill- would drop my mask when faced with a minor challenge?"
"No, I have only known you for a few hours and I understand you will not. Very well. I place this as you say, minor challenge, in your hands- but if you are to. what is that dreadful Americanism? Screw up, I am warning you that you will be held entirely to blame."
" If I were you I would not worry my mind away on this, but rather on something more probable, like making sure the Yard shows up on time?" With that said I left and headed towards those theatre doors I knew only too well.
Authors Note: Alright, I have started the plot! Hopefully you are still interested in the story. I also want to tell you that the main plot has nothing to do with Mr. Mathonson at all he was just my way of starting it. Is that alright or should I keep him as the villain throughout the story? Please review and tell me what you want!! ~Russell
Reader: Thank you so much, it is because of you that I have updated so quickly!
Lady Artemis: Yes I have read MREG along with the other 4 in the series!! They are SO great!!
March Hare: You are my FAVORITE fanfic author and I am honored you have read my pastiche.
Disclaimer: I own Nothing ACD does
And now on with the LONGER chapter in No Mere Victorian Woman:
"Your deductions seem sound Ms," He studied me for a second "Raines. Allow me to make some of my own. You were born in an American small costal town. Northern California I believe." I nodded "You are left handed, practical when choosing clothing, you prefer quality to brand." He sat down on the bench, his hands involuntarily steepled as he closed his eyes, deep in thought. "You are not like the rest of your gender-"
"Absolutely genius" I replied my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"And you seem to have mastered the talent of deduction with an accuracy that comes naturally to few."
"Well Mr. Holmes or Mr. Holing, you are correct on every point. You know, we have many things in common. Both of us are, well distanced from our family and we both have minds that are superior to almost all others." I checked the silver watch around my wrist "I suppose the Yard should appear in a few moments."
Holmes laughed, "Yes, you are correct."
"Lestrade I presume."
"But of course. I am quite sure I understand the steps of your logic but I would like to check my theory."
"Certainly. Well once I recognized you for who you were I knew you must be on a case, hence the disguise. The newspaper have warned people for weeks of the escaped convict and thief, Robin Mark Mathonson and suddenly I realized a connection between that name and the name of one of the box seat ticket holders, Sam Korbin Romthan. Do you see the similarity?" I thought I saw confusion in his eyes, but in less than a second it had disappeared and was replaced with comprehension.
"Ah, yes I see the letters are only rearranged. Quite simple really."
"Yes, in fact my entire train of thought was quite simple."
"Speaking of Mr. Mathonson or as you say, Mr. Romthan, I do have a reason for being here and it is not simply to wait for the Yard. I have to make the actual arrest, or so Lestrade said. I had solved the case anyway but he also mentioned something about how having a patrol of officers raid the building would cause chaos and havoc or some such thing. I simply believe he did not want to have to be bothered with it as he knew he would receive all the credit."
"Yes," I chuckled " why do things always seem to end up that way for you?"
"I suppose it is because I never fought for recognition, its not that I really care. After all I get more than enough publicity from Watson, with any more everyone would be able to see though my fake beards and wigs and then where would I be? My career as I know it would be over and I would be forced to live my life as a confirmed old bachelor in some Sussex cottage raising bees or some such thing! No thank you I am quite happy with my life as it is. Now if you will excuse me there is a convict that I must arrest-" I interrupted him as he began to stand up,
"How exactly do you plan to capture Mr. Mathonson? Lestrade is correct," (for once) I muttered beneath my breath. "You can't exactly just, well arrest him in front of everyone."
"I see your point. I was not if fact going to go about things in that manner. I figured I would somehow convince him to join me outside first." A thought came to me and I smiled and standing up.
"Why don't you let me do this Holmes?" I was pouting and I knew it, but why did he get all the fun?
"Absolutely not! Why you could mess something up, or say something wrong or well-"
"Do you seriously believe," I was happy to notice that I had kept my voice calm; however every word I uttered was filled with contempt. "That I- an actress let me remind you, known world wide for her skill- would drop my mask when faced with a minor challenge?"
"No, I have only known you for a few hours and I understand you will not. Very well. I place this as you say, minor challenge, in your hands- but if you are to. what is that dreadful Americanism? Screw up, I am warning you that you will be held entirely to blame."
" If I were you I would not worry my mind away on this, but rather on something more probable, like making sure the Yard shows up on time?" With that said I left and headed towards those theatre doors I knew only too well.
Authors Note: Alright, I have started the plot! Hopefully you are still interested in the story. I also want to tell you that the main plot has nothing to do with Mr. Mathonson at all he was just my way of starting it. Is that alright or should I keep him as the villain throughout the story? Please review and tell me what you want!! ~Russell