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Chapter Seven: ABC- Accusations, Bullying and Comforting.
"Good God, Holmes!" Watson moved with alacrity, shoving the newspaper under his surprised friend's nose. Holmes took the paper, and scanned it for what had so alarmed Watson. When he found it, he read intensely, eyes a mere inch from the ink, scowling ferociously. Watson was pacing.
"This rather changes the situation, Watson." Holmes understated, after flinging the paper dramatically across the room. Watson thought about making a sarcastic remark, but remembered that it was the lowest form of wit, and decided to keep quiet.
What had so upset The Great Detective (and sidekick) was a small article about halfway down the second page. It read:
Last night, at nine o'clock a young woman was viciously abducted and subjected to a sexual attack of the most depraved kind on her way between Piccadilly and Baker Street (her dest- ination). Would anyone with information or a possible sighting of the killer contact a member of the Police immediately. A reward of 5 Guineas will be available for information leading to a conviction or arrest. The young lady was in her twenties, with red attire that included a hat, which was lost in the attack, a purse, which was taken, and jewelry. The young lady's chaperone, a Mr Ifalussy, was knocked unconscious by the men, and is at present recovering in hospital. He and the victim will be well enough to attend the famous Conductor's next concert in three weeks time.
"It must be Evelyn! She told me she knew Giorgio Ifalussy well, he was a close friend. She must have been on her way here with important evidence! We shouldn't have been so quick to condemn her, Holmes!"
Holmes held up an imperious hand to stem the flow of regrets. As usual, it worked. The man had enough charisma and force to convince Heidi she hated goats. However, this didn't help Watson, who wanted to let it all out. Long accustomed to obeying the voice of his friend, he sat back down (he didn't remember standing) and looked expectantly at Holmes.
He did not remember a time when the detective had seemed so devoid of humanity. Face impassive, sipping a cup of tea, he presented an unshaken front to the good doctor. Who wasn't fooled for a second- Holmes' knuckles gripped the teacup just a little too tightly for belief.
"So Holmes. What are we to do?" Watson asked tentatively. "That, my friend, is quite a pretty little problem. What could link bee keeping, a murder, a book, a witness and a rape? I think I am to disappoint you, Watson. I must Think." Watson raised an eyebrow and mentally prepared himself for more of the horrendous shag tobacco fumes he was about to be subjected to. "Here's your pipe, Holmes. I shall retire to my room- do leave the window open, won't you?" As he was about to leave the room, Holmes' usually imperious voice made him pause.
"Watson, would you call me predictable?"
I am sorry that the chapters are so short, but the plot continues, if slowly! Your support and reviews are helping me through a rough spot in the story, so please, any advice, praise, flames- its all welcome and useful!!
Luv Estriel
Chapter Seven: ABC- Accusations, Bullying and Comforting.
"Good God, Holmes!" Watson moved with alacrity, shoving the newspaper under his surprised friend's nose. Holmes took the paper, and scanned it for what had so alarmed Watson. When he found it, he read intensely, eyes a mere inch from the ink, scowling ferociously. Watson was pacing.
"This rather changes the situation, Watson." Holmes understated, after flinging the paper dramatically across the room. Watson thought about making a sarcastic remark, but remembered that it was the lowest form of wit, and decided to keep quiet.
What had so upset The Great Detective (and sidekick) was a small article about halfway down the second page. It read:
Last night, at nine o'clock a young woman was viciously abducted and subjected to a sexual attack of the most depraved kind on her way between Piccadilly and Baker Street (her dest- ination). Would anyone with information or a possible sighting of the killer contact a member of the Police immediately. A reward of 5 Guineas will be available for information leading to a conviction or arrest. The young lady was in her twenties, with red attire that included a hat, which was lost in the attack, a purse, which was taken, and jewelry. The young lady's chaperone, a Mr Ifalussy, was knocked unconscious by the men, and is at present recovering in hospital. He and the victim will be well enough to attend the famous Conductor's next concert in three weeks time.
"It must be Evelyn! She told me she knew Giorgio Ifalussy well, he was a close friend. She must have been on her way here with important evidence! We shouldn't have been so quick to condemn her, Holmes!"
Holmes held up an imperious hand to stem the flow of regrets. As usual, it worked. The man had enough charisma and force to convince Heidi she hated goats. However, this didn't help Watson, who wanted to let it all out. Long accustomed to obeying the voice of his friend, he sat back down (he didn't remember standing) and looked expectantly at Holmes.
He did not remember a time when the detective had seemed so devoid of humanity. Face impassive, sipping a cup of tea, he presented an unshaken front to the good doctor. Who wasn't fooled for a second- Holmes' knuckles gripped the teacup just a little too tightly for belief.
"So Holmes. What are we to do?" Watson asked tentatively. "That, my friend, is quite a pretty little problem. What could link bee keeping, a murder, a book, a witness and a rape? I think I am to disappoint you, Watson. I must Think." Watson raised an eyebrow and mentally prepared himself for more of the horrendous shag tobacco fumes he was about to be subjected to. "Here's your pipe, Holmes. I shall retire to my room- do leave the window open, won't you?" As he was about to leave the room, Holmes' usually imperious voice made him pause.
"Watson, would you call me predictable?"
I am sorry that the chapters are so short, but the plot continues, if slowly! Your support and reviews are helping me through a rough spot in the story, so please, any advice, praise, flames- its all welcome and useful!!
Luv Estriel