All right, here is chap 5!!!
No Mere Victorian Woman
Days turned into weeks since the conclusion of the Mathonson case and I felt one thing, bored. I was left to lounge around my home day in and day out reading and re-reading novels and newspapers. I had determined the age, gender, and sometimes even hair color of all the reporters and authors. Countless telegrams had been exchanged between me and my sister until every puzzle was solved and we were once again lifted and dumped into the abyss of doldrums. My mind shrieked for a challenge I was aware few could provide but it lit on that arrogant, conceited, egotistical and stubborn man of a few weeks former.
I stood up from my cream colored couch, crept down the steps of my flat and hailed a cab.
"Baker Street" I ordered. I really had no idea why I was going there, it was as if my mouth had a mind of its own. What would I say or do? He would most certainly shoo me away as if I were an insect. The cabbie cocked an eyebrow at the mention of the street.
"What business have you there?" a familiar sardonic voice drawled.
"Why to see you Mr. Holmes."
"And why are you so eager to consult a detective?" '
"I have come." I paused, why had I come? What did I want with this man? "Are you occupied with a case at the moment." I finished I really didn't know anything else to say.
"No" his voice revealed obvious disappointment.
"Then perhaps I could provide a favor for both of us--" Holmes shot a glance around the cab.
"Perhaps we could continue this conversation somewhere else, I do not believe it would be considered appropriate were people to notice a young lady, such as yourself, having a prolonged conversation with a penniless cabbie."
"An excellent point, take me to Baker Street." I continued the act and passed a pound note into the dirty and calloused hands of my driver. Hands I couldn't help but notice were speckled by the black smears of silver nitrate.
"Keeping up to date on your chemical experiments I perceive."
"Mmm. Extremely careless of me," he answered with a nod towards his hands "it will be a few more days before the stains wear away."
I watched the gas lamps roll by and relaxed to the thump thump of the cobblestone beneath the wheels.
"'Ere we are mum, 221B Baker Street." He held out his had to assist me out of the cab and my feet touched the ground I heard a low whisper.
"I'll meet you inside after I return the Hansom, I'm sure by that time Mrs. Hudson will have filled you with tea and sweets."
I walkup to the door and knocked. Almost immediately a very flustered woman appeared carrying pillows, blankets, and a feather duster.
"May I please speak to Mr. Holmes? "
"Ahhh, Mr. Holmes why unfortunately he is not in at the moment. Perhaps if he was I could get him to clean up a little. I run the building, but I am not his maid. You can barley get in to 221B and if you do you wish you hadn't. Oh, dear, you look starved! Let me make you some tea and crumpets, or do you prefer muffins?"
"Muffins, that is if it would not be too much of a hassle." I answered to the rumble of my stomach.
"Why none at all, let me just show you to his room." She led me around a corner up the stairs to the apartment, pushed open the door and pointed towards a worn basket chair.
"Why don't you set yourself down there and I will return with the tea in a minute." And with that she walked out of the room. I started over toward the chair, but turned. An open morocco case caught my eye. I lifted it and found it empty. Closing it I set in on the mantle.
"I suppose I'm not the only one who has been bored."
A/N: Done with Chapter Five!!! Next Chapter I will bring in the Mystery I promise!!! Please R&R! PLEASE I need all the help I can get.
~ Russell
No Mere Victorian Woman
Days turned into weeks since the conclusion of the Mathonson case and I felt one thing, bored. I was left to lounge around my home day in and day out reading and re-reading novels and newspapers. I had determined the age, gender, and sometimes even hair color of all the reporters and authors. Countless telegrams had been exchanged between me and my sister until every puzzle was solved and we were once again lifted and dumped into the abyss of doldrums. My mind shrieked for a challenge I was aware few could provide but it lit on that arrogant, conceited, egotistical and stubborn man of a few weeks former.
I stood up from my cream colored couch, crept down the steps of my flat and hailed a cab.
"Baker Street" I ordered. I really had no idea why I was going there, it was as if my mouth had a mind of its own. What would I say or do? He would most certainly shoo me away as if I were an insect. The cabbie cocked an eyebrow at the mention of the street.
"What business have you there?" a familiar sardonic voice drawled.
"Why to see you Mr. Holmes."
"And why are you so eager to consult a detective?" '
"I have come." I paused, why had I come? What did I want with this man? "Are you occupied with a case at the moment." I finished I really didn't know anything else to say.
"No" his voice revealed obvious disappointment.
"Then perhaps I could provide a favor for both of us--" Holmes shot a glance around the cab.
"Perhaps we could continue this conversation somewhere else, I do not believe it would be considered appropriate were people to notice a young lady, such as yourself, having a prolonged conversation with a penniless cabbie."
"An excellent point, take me to Baker Street." I continued the act and passed a pound note into the dirty and calloused hands of my driver. Hands I couldn't help but notice were speckled by the black smears of silver nitrate.
"Keeping up to date on your chemical experiments I perceive."
"Mmm. Extremely careless of me," he answered with a nod towards his hands "it will be a few more days before the stains wear away."
I watched the gas lamps roll by and relaxed to the thump thump of the cobblestone beneath the wheels.
"'Ere we are mum, 221B Baker Street." He held out his had to assist me out of the cab and my feet touched the ground I heard a low whisper.
"I'll meet you inside after I return the Hansom, I'm sure by that time Mrs. Hudson will have filled you with tea and sweets."
I walkup to the door and knocked. Almost immediately a very flustered woman appeared carrying pillows, blankets, and a feather duster.
"May I please speak to Mr. Holmes? "
"Ahhh, Mr. Holmes why unfortunately he is not in at the moment. Perhaps if he was I could get him to clean up a little. I run the building, but I am not his maid. You can barley get in to 221B and if you do you wish you hadn't. Oh, dear, you look starved! Let me make you some tea and crumpets, or do you prefer muffins?"
"Muffins, that is if it would not be too much of a hassle." I answered to the rumble of my stomach.
"Why none at all, let me just show you to his room." She led me around a corner up the stairs to the apartment, pushed open the door and pointed towards a worn basket chair.
"Why don't you set yourself down there and I will return with the tea in a minute." And with that she walked out of the room. I started over toward the chair, but turned. An open morocco case caught my eye. I lifted it and found it empty. Closing it I set in on the mantle.
"I suppose I'm not the only one who has been bored."
A/N: Done with Chapter Five!!! Next Chapter I will bring in the Mystery I promise!!! Please R&R! PLEASE I need all the help I can get.
~ Russell