Chapter Five: The Confrontation.
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We sat for a good hour, Holmes puzzling over the case, I over our betrayal. What reason could she have for deceiving us so? I was sure it wasn't from choice; she seemed clever enough to understand that my esteemed colleague would have found her out sooner or later. I could not understand- Why? Surely it would give me some idea of Holmes' view, if I reviewed his movements when he had entered the house, etc. I knew he cared for Miss Demarcier- Evelyn, as she had asked me to call her- as little more than a client, but I could see she had intrigued him, if only because of the mess she was right in the middle of.
That dratted detective. If only he showed more outward signs. Wait. Perhaps he did? He had formed the habit of reading my thoughts when I was deep in contemplation of a subject, and I well remembered his acerbic voice saying 'The rule applies, Watson, to any subject- only variety of expression and knowledge of the subject must be taken into account.' Very well; that meant it applied to him also. I considered that I knew my subject well, and could account for some few of his expressions. I would try to find out what Sherlock Holmes really thought of Miss Evelyn Demarcier.
It wouldn't be easy. Holmes sat facing a blank wall, face expressionless apart from his quick grey eyes, which were, in fact, shut. Which didn't help. But what I thought was meaningless existing, to Holmes, was a plainly illustrated book entitled 'body language- 100 easy lessons. And two hard ones.' I was, unfortunately stuck at the first lesson. Which, coincidentally, was one of the hard ones. However, I vowed that I would persevere, and continued to survey my subject.
Could possibly that grayness of expression mean that he was thinking of Evelyn's apparent betrayal? It would seem possible- probable- but not certain.
What else, then, could he be thinking of? The poisoning that had brought us together with Evelyn? More likely, almost, than the first, as Holmes never strayed too far from a case until it was completed, except for purposeful digressions when it was settled in his mind- the occasion of the Pirates of Penzance came to mind. If he was thinking about the case, he would almost certainly be thinking about the alley. It had been far too easy to find that book. Incredibly easy.
In seconds, I was sure I had it. My companion was reasoning out the book- how facile it was to find it; the web of lies surrounding it. Intriguing matter, 'Beekeeping for Pleasure and Interest'. Now I was thinking about it, it seemed that Holmes had expressed an interest in the whole rigmarole of that collection of text when he had charged into the room this morning. I recalled his words:
'.some mention of the degree of importance might be agreeable.It was a fake, Watson!'
Very well, my friend was thinking about the book, I decided. I decided to break in on his thoughts, as he had done to me so many times previously.
"Holmes, I do believe you are right. It was too easy, finding the book like that."
My companion turned to me, a gleam in his eye. How I anticipated his praise - I knew his methods, and I had used them.
"Easy, Watson? Pray elucidate. I seem to remember scrabbling through piles of muck in a most undignified manner, for twenty minutes. After a thorough amount of thinking on my part. Though perhaps, easy."
I was careful not to show how crestfallen his callous words made me. He was now deep in thought.
"Well, fine. Be like that."
I couldn't restrain the hot words. A surge of energy seemed to have leapt through my companion, as he sprung from his chair.
"That's it, Watson! You absolutely scintillate today!"
I couldn't help feeling a rueful amusement- I helped when I wasn't trying to, and failed miserably when I attempted to aid. Ironic. The previous resentment was lost in the flurry of excitement, as Holmes strode about the room. Unfortunately, my comprehension had been lost with the resentment. "Yes, Holmes. How do I scintillate?"
"Bees!"
.
And with that enigmatic remark, he disappeared into his bedroom.
"Typical." I snorted, and picked up the newspaper.
' ' ' ' ' ' ' '
So, what do we think? I know it's a little out of character, but hey, its only an opinion. Well done to whoever pointed out in a review that it was a leetle to OOC for Holmes to find the book so fast- you cotton on quick!
Thankyou to the reviewers, and a reccomendation: If you like Laurie R King's series, go to Jo Halcyon's fic. I really enjoy it!
Have fun, and remember to review- go on, (to quote a much over used movie line) make my day!
~Es~ xx
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We sat for a good hour, Holmes puzzling over the case, I over our betrayal. What reason could she have for deceiving us so? I was sure it wasn't from choice; she seemed clever enough to understand that my esteemed colleague would have found her out sooner or later. I could not understand- Why? Surely it would give me some idea of Holmes' view, if I reviewed his movements when he had entered the house, etc. I knew he cared for Miss Demarcier- Evelyn, as she had asked me to call her- as little more than a client, but I could see she had intrigued him, if only because of the mess she was right in the middle of.
That dratted detective. If only he showed more outward signs. Wait. Perhaps he did? He had formed the habit of reading my thoughts when I was deep in contemplation of a subject, and I well remembered his acerbic voice saying 'The rule applies, Watson, to any subject- only variety of expression and knowledge of the subject must be taken into account.' Very well; that meant it applied to him also. I considered that I knew my subject well, and could account for some few of his expressions. I would try to find out what Sherlock Holmes really thought of Miss Evelyn Demarcier.
It wouldn't be easy. Holmes sat facing a blank wall, face expressionless apart from his quick grey eyes, which were, in fact, shut. Which didn't help. But what I thought was meaningless existing, to Holmes, was a plainly illustrated book entitled 'body language- 100 easy lessons. And two hard ones.' I was, unfortunately stuck at the first lesson. Which, coincidentally, was one of the hard ones. However, I vowed that I would persevere, and continued to survey my subject.
Could possibly that grayness of expression mean that he was thinking of Evelyn's apparent betrayal? It would seem possible- probable- but not certain.
What else, then, could he be thinking of? The poisoning that had brought us together with Evelyn? More likely, almost, than the first, as Holmes never strayed too far from a case until it was completed, except for purposeful digressions when it was settled in his mind- the occasion of the Pirates of Penzance came to mind. If he was thinking about the case, he would almost certainly be thinking about the alley. It had been far too easy to find that book. Incredibly easy.
In seconds, I was sure I had it. My companion was reasoning out the book- how facile it was to find it; the web of lies surrounding it. Intriguing matter, 'Beekeeping for Pleasure and Interest'. Now I was thinking about it, it seemed that Holmes had expressed an interest in the whole rigmarole of that collection of text when he had charged into the room this morning. I recalled his words:
'.some mention of the degree of importance might be agreeable.It was a fake, Watson!'
Very well, my friend was thinking about the book, I decided. I decided to break in on his thoughts, as he had done to me so many times previously.
"Holmes, I do believe you are right. It was too easy, finding the book like that."
My companion turned to me, a gleam in his eye. How I anticipated his praise - I knew his methods, and I had used them.
"Easy, Watson? Pray elucidate. I seem to remember scrabbling through piles of muck in a most undignified manner, for twenty minutes. After a thorough amount of thinking on my part. Though perhaps, easy."
I was careful not to show how crestfallen his callous words made me. He was now deep in thought.
"Well, fine. Be like that."
I couldn't restrain the hot words. A surge of energy seemed to have leapt through my companion, as he sprung from his chair.
"That's it, Watson! You absolutely scintillate today!"
I couldn't help feeling a rueful amusement- I helped when I wasn't trying to, and failed miserably when I attempted to aid. Ironic. The previous resentment was lost in the flurry of excitement, as Holmes strode about the room. Unfortunately, my comprehension had been lost with the resentment. "Yes, Holmes. How do I scintillate?"
"Bees!"
.
And with that enigmatic remark, he disappeared into his bedroom.
"Typical." I snorted, and picked up the newspaper.
' ' ' ' ' ' ' '
So, what do we think? I know it's a little out of character, but hey, its only an opinion. Well done to whoever pointed out in a review that it was a leetle to OOC for Holmes to find the book so fast- you cotton on quick!
Thankyou to the reviewers, and a reccomendation: If you like Laurie R King's series, go to Jo Halcyon's fic. I really enjoy it!
Have fun, and remember to review- go on, (to quote a much over used movie line) make my day!
~Es~ xx
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