Back with chap 4! Hooray!! I actually started this chapter on the same day
I finished chapter three. Thank you once again to reader :) for the support
and urgings to update and to March Hare, you will have to see for yourself
which plot I choose as I don't want to spoil it for you or anyone who has
read your review but thank you for the suggestion. MiCha, thank you I am
glad you like the story and yes this is my first fic.
Also I would like to apologize for my stupidity with the Mathonson/ Romthan screw up!!! I will go back to previous chapters and edit it so that it makes sense!! Thank You!!
Disclaimer: ACD owns everything but Rachel Raines and the very few other characters I have created.
Chapter Four of No Mere Victorian Woman:
As I stepped though those old wooden doors I eased my way passed the crowds to my old friend, Jeremy. The doorman, knew everything, if Mathonson was attending tonight (and Holmes obviously thought he was) it would only be a mater of seconds before I found him. I supposed you could call him my 'Baker Street Irregular' for lack of a better term.
"Excuse me, Jeremy, I was just wondering-"
"You know Raines, 'at woman 'ere with the red dress, she just in'erited a fortune, am I right?" His purely cockney accent (normally concealed while working) rang clear through my ears. Previously I had always depended on Jeremy for entertainment while attending these lackluster affaires. We would sit for hours watching people, studding them and comparing notes. By watching them I knew more gossip than I could ever procure from conversation. I studied the woman he described; everything she owned was new, from her crimson dress to the heeled shoes. Her hand reached up and fiddled with the diamond ring on her right hand.
"Rather married into it I should think." I answered, "Look, Jeremy I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"
"Anythin', 'ow can I 'elp you?"
"Would you happen to be able to point out a Mr. Romonthan for me?"
"Yes I remember that man, kind of scared-like, you know what I mean. Always looking over his back, like someone was followin' 'im or somthin'."
"That's the man, where is he?"
"' 'ut you up to now? Oh forget it I don't think I want to know! Its that man over there." He pointed a long calloused finger at a rather short man with black hair and a mustache. I abruptly thanked Jeremy and began to walk toward him. The second before I had reached him he turned around and noticed me.
"Why hello Miss. Raines what a pleasure it is to meet you at last." I reached out my arm in an attempt to shake his hand but instead of returning the gesture as I had expected he clasp my hand in his and lowered his head over it. I felt his cool lips touch my flesh and as he released my hand I fought the urge to wipe it on my dress.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mr.."
"Romonthan, Sam Romonthan, what a lovely gown you are wearing this evening." He was flirting with me! I couldn't believe it. Well the slime ball had guts, that was for sure, two could play at this game.
"You truly think so?" I batted my eyelashes and twirled around in front of him. "It is one of my favorites."
"Would you care for some champagne, or a sherry perhaps?" He turned and headed for the refreshment table.
"No thank you Mr. Romonthan I am not thirsty at the moment, it is a bit warm in here is it not? Perhaps we should step outside?"
"Actually, I find it quite comfortable, are you sure you wouldn't want a drink?"
This wasn't going to be as simple as I had thought. How could I. yes that would work quite nicely, that is if he fell for it.
"Mr. Romonthan?" He turned around and met my eyes; I did the best I could to blush. "I actually would enjoy a sherry, thank you."
"Your wish is my command, Miss. Raines." He returned a few seconds later steadily carrying two glasses, a small sherry and a large brandy for himself. I quietly sipped my drink and kept up an intelligent conversation with him. His brandy depleted before I was halfway done with my sherry and he returned with another one of equal size. So my deductions were correct I mused. This process repeated itself for a while until the conversation became not quite so intelligent and his walk, anything but steady. I steered him through the crowds and every so often answered one of his comprehendible comments.
"You know I escaped from jail," he stated
"That's nice." I really did not feel in the mood for a conversation with a drunk
"Yea, and I even shot a man once." This was better than the yard could possibly hope for, why they could get twenty confessions an hour out of this guy. By this time I had reached the doors and noticed that for perhaps the last hour I had felt a pair of eyes on me.
"Holmes I think you are enjoying this a little to much." I mumbled as I gave Mathonson the final shove out the door.
"Do you really think so, I believe I haven't had my share of amusement for one night yet. Granted I thoroughly enjoy seeing you push a drunk man around but it doesn't seem enough." He stated sarcastically.
"Well by the time you see Lestrade's face I believe you will be content. Tonight half the crimes in Europe will have been solved." At this statement I heard Holmes chuckle.
"Perhaps your right" We had now walked a few kilometers away from the theatre and surely enough I recognized the a few hansoms with yard officials mulling about. "Inspector Lestrade, I believe I have something you want." I shoved the wobbling Mr. Mathonson in his direction.
"Holmes, who. Miss. Raines, the actress what are you. and what have you done to Mathonson?"
"I am here to give you your criminal and I have, well persuaded him to come over a lot of brandy." The rat-faced man started to chuckle "I'm not sure Holmes could have done it better himself."
"It was actually quite elementary Inspector." I shot a purposeful glance in Holmes direction.
"With this task taken care of, I believe I will be going." Holmes stated. I turned and saw the retreating back of the world's greatest consulting detective.
A/N: Wow done with the fourth chapter although not done with the story, should I continue? Click that box down there and tell me what you think!!
~ Russell
Also I would like to apologize for my stupidity with the Mathonson/ Romthan screw up!!! I will go back to previous chapters and edit it so that it makes sense!! Thank You!!
Disclaimer: ACD owns everything but Rachel Raines and the very few other characters I have created.
Chapter Four of No Mere Victorian Woman:
As I stepped though those old wooden doors I eased my way passed the crowds to my old friend, Jeremy. The doorman, knew everything, if Mathonson was attending tonight (and Holmes obviously thought he was) it would only be a mater of seconds before I found him. I supposed you could call him my 'Baker Street Irregular' for lack of a better term.
"Excuse me, Jeremy, I was just wondering-"
"You know Raines, 'at woman 'ere with the red dress, she just in'erited a fortune, am I right?" His purely cockney accent (normally concealed while working) rang clear through my ears. Previously I had always depended on Jeremy for entertainment while attending these lackluster affaires. We would sit for hours watching people, studding them and comparing notes. By watching them I knew more gossip than I could ever procure from conversation. I studied the woman he described; everything she owned was new, from her crimson dress to the heeled shoes. Her hand reached up and fiddled with the diamond ring on her right hand.
"Rather married into it I should think." I answered, "Look, Jeremy I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"
"Anythin', 'ow can I 'elp you?"
"Would you happen to be able to point out a Mr. Romonthan for me?"
"Yes I remember that man, kind of scared-like, you know what I mean. Always looking over his back, like someone was followin' 'im or somthin'."
"That's the man, where is he?"
"' 'ut you up to now? Oh forget it I don't think I want to know! Its that man over there." He pointed a long calloused finger at a rather short man with black hair and a mustache. I abruptly thanked Jeremy and began to walk toward him. The second before I had reached him he turned around and noticed me.
"Why hello Miss. Raines what a pleasure it is to meet you at last." I reached out my arm in an attempt to shake his hand but instead of returning the gesture as I had expected he clasp my hand in his and lowered his head over it. I felt his cool lips touch my flesh and as he released my hand I fought the urge to wipe it on my dress.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mr.."
"Romonthan, Sam Romonthan, what a lovely gown you are wearing this evening." He was flirting with me! I couldn't believe it. Well the slime ball had guts, that was for sure, two could play at this game.
"You truly think so?" I batted my eyelashes and twirled around in front of him. "It is one of my favorites."
"Would you care for some champagne, or a sherry perhaps?" He turned and headed for the refreshment table.
"No thank you Mr. Romonthan I am not thirsty at the moment, it is a bit warm in here is it not? Perhaps we should step outside?"
"Actually, I find it quite comfortable, are you sure you wouldn't want a drink?"
This wasn't going to be as simple as I had thought. How could I. yes that would work quite nicely, that is if he fell for it.
"Mr. Romonthan?" He turned around and met my eyes; I did the best I could to blush. "I actually would enjoy a sherry, thank you."
"Your wish is my command, Miss. Raines." He returned a few seconds later steadily carrying two glasses, a small sherry and a large brandy for himself. I quietly sipped my drink and kept up an intelligent conversation with him. His brandy depleted before I was halfway done with my sherry and he returned with another one of equal size. So my deductions were correct I mused. This process repeated itself for a while until the conversation became not quite so intelligent and his walk, anything but steady. I steered him through the crowds and every so often answered one of his comprehendible comments.
"You know I escaped from jail," he stated
"That's nice." I really did not feel in the mood for a conversation with a drunk
"Yea, and I even shot a man once." This was better than the yard could possibly hope for, why they could get twenty confessions an hour out of this guy. By this time I had reached the doors and noticed that for perhaps the last hour I had felt a pair of eyes on me.
"Holmes I think you are enjoying this a little to much." I mumbled as I gave Mathonson the final shove out the door.
"Do you really think so, I believe I haven't had my share of amusement for one night yet. Granted I thoroughly enjoy seeing you push a drunk man around but it doesn't seem enough." He stated sarcastically.
"Well by the time you see Lestrade's face I believe you will be content. Tonight half the crimes in Europe will have been solved." At this statement I heard Holmes chuckle.
"Perhaps your right" We had now walked a few kilometers away from the theatre and surely enough I recognized the a few hansoms with yard officials mulling about. "Inspector Lestrade, I believe I have something you want." I shoved the wobbling Mr. Mathonson in his direction.
"Holmes, who. Miss. Raines, the actress what are you. and what have you done to Mathonson?"
"I am here to give you your criminal and I have, well persuaded him to come over a lot of brandy." The rat-faced man started to chuckle "I'm not sure Holmes could have done it better himself."
"It was actually quite elementary Inspector." I shot a purposeful glance in Holmes direction.
"With this task taken care of, I believe I will be going." Holmes stated. I turned and saw the retreating back of the world's greatest consulting detective.
A/N: Wow done with the fourth chapter although not done with the story, should I continue? Click that box down there and tell me what you think!!
~ Russell