To the source
A/N: Sorry It's been so long, but I've been busy working on another fic.
Anyway, due to the enjoyment people had with my first fic, I'm putting up
Elizabeth's second adventure. Hope you enjoy it!
I must begin this story by saying I am not, like Dr. Watson, a recorder of all information involving Sherlock Holmes' cases. So, I knew only what I saw and was told. But I have read the same case as it was seen through Dr. Watson's eyes (it's not in print, but it's called The Adventure of the black box), so I'll give you a brief explanation of the parts of the story I was absent for.
Apparently, Mr. Holmes was contacted by a lady while Dr. Watson was giving me my exercise. This lady (I think her name was Miss Bennett) had a father who had been murdered the night before, and his chest of valuables had been stolen. Miss Bennett wished us to assist in finding the murderer and the valuables, judging the police to be too incompetent. This is where I came in.
Mr. Holmes took me to a house and asked me to smell a bloody knife. I caught two scents, one smelled of grass and the other of money. I smelled the money scent all over the house, so I knew that the person who had that scent must have lived in this house. So I turned my attention to the second scent. I followed it outside.losing it quickly. The person must have gotten into a cab. But I was undaunted, though Dr. Watson gave up hope when he saw I'd lost the scent. But I surprised him by nearly pulling his arm off as I went dashing up the road. I knew where the cabs were kept when off duty, and I was sure that I could trace the scent. I remember Holmes running after us and laughing. "You see, Watson, I told you that Elizabeth wouldn't let us down!" Encouraged by these words of praise, I quickened my pace and did not slacken off until I reached the cab stand. I jumped into each cab, gave it a sniff, and jumped out again. I went through about five cabs in this fashion until I came upon the scent again. I barked with pleasure, and Holmes ran up to the cabman.
"Did you pick up a man near Bennett estate?" Holmes asked.
"Why, yes, sir." Said the cabman, a little perturbed at the fact that there was a retriever sniffing around in his cab, "He was tall, with a pale face and blonde hair. He told me he needed to get to the station and to hurry, because he needed to catch the 11:00 train to Cardiff!"
"A-ha!" Cried Holmes. "Sir, I'll give you three guineas if you get me to that same station."
"For three guineas, I'll fly there!" Said the cabman, graciously letting Watson in.
And we did indeed fly there, because I could swear that the wheels never touched the ground. But anyway we made it there, and Holmes paid off the cabman and bought tickets to take us to Cardiff. As we traveled there, Holmes let us in on his theory.
"According to the description the Cabman gave us, along with the observations I made (I confess I do not know what exactly these were), I have deduced that our murderer is a young man, who also happens to be Miss Bennett's brother."
"Good lord!" Cried Watson, "How on Earth could you possibly think that?"
"Three things make me believe so. One, Miss Bennett told me that she had an estranged brother who lived somewhere in Wales. Two, Miss Bennett also said that her father had not left her brother anything in his will, and three, Miss Bennett is blonde, tall, and pale, as is the man that the cabman picked up."
"So," Watson said slowly, "This brother of hers somehow heard that his father had not left him anything in his will, and became so angry that he came to London and murdered him. Then he took some valuables and ran for it."
"Precisely, Watson!" Said Holmes delightedly. However, I was not quite so glad. Although I could now understand the motive for the murder, I wished I could have had all the information too, so that I could figure it out myself. I hated it when Holmes kept information to himself.
I must begin this story by saying I am not, like Dr. Watson, a recorder of all information involving Sherlock Holmes' cases. So, I knew only what I saw and was told. But I have read the same case as it was seen through Dr. Watson's eyes (it's not in print, but it's called The Adventure of the black box), so I'll give you a brief explanation of the parts of the story I was absent for.
Apparently, Mr. Holmes was contacted by a lady while Dr. Watson was giving me my exercise. This lady (I think her name was Miss Bennett) had a father who had been murdered the night before, and his chest of valuables had been stolen. Miss Bennett wished us to assist in finding the murderer and the valuables, judging the police to be too incompetent. This is where I came in.
Mr. Holmes took me to a house and asked me to smell a bloody knife. I caught two scents, one smelled of grass and the other of money. I smelled the money scent all over the house, so I knew that the person who had that scent must have lived in this house. So I turned my attention to the second scent. I followed it outside.losing it quickly. The person must have gotten into a cab. But I was undaunted, though Dr. Watson gave up hope when he saw I'd lost the scent. But I surprised him by nearly pulling his arm off as I went dashing up the road. I knew where the cabs were kept when off duty, and I was sure that I could trace the scent. I remember Holmes running after us and laughing. "You see, Watson, I told you that Elizabeth wouldn't let us down!" Encouraged by these words of praise, I quickened my pace and did not slacken off until I reached the cab stand. I jumped into each cab, gave it a sniff, and jumped out again. I went through about five cabs in this fashion until I came upon the scent again. I barked with pleasure, and Holmes ran up to the cabman.
"Did you pick up a man near Bennett estate?" Holmes asked.
"Why, yes, sir." Said the cabman, a little perturbed at the fact that there was a retriever sniffing around in his cab, "He was tall, with a pale face and blonde hair. He told me he needed to get to the station and to hurry, because he needed to catch the 11:00 train to Cardiff!"
"A-ha!" Cried Holmes. "Sir, I'll give you three guineas if you get me to that same station."
"For three guineas, I'll fly there!" Said the cabman, graciously letting Watson in.
And we did indeed fly there, because I could swear that the wheels never touched the ground. But anyway we made it there, and Holmes paid off the cabman and bought tickets to take us to Cardiff. As we traveled there, Holmes let us in on his theory.
"According to the description the Cabman gave us, along with the observations I made (I confess I do not know what exactly these were), I have deduced that our murderer is a young man, who also happens to be Miss Bennett's brother."
"Good lord!" Cried Watson, "How on Earth could you possibly think that?"
"Three things make me believe so. One, Miss Bennett told me that she had an estranged brother who lived somewhere in Wales. Two, Miss Bennett also said that her father had not left her brother anything in his will, and three, Miss Bennett is blonde, tall, and pale, as is the man that the cabman picked up."
"So," Watson said slowly, "This brother of hers somehow heard that his father had not left him anything in his will, and became so angry that he came to London and murdered him. Then he took some valuables and ran for it."
"Precisely, Watson!" Said Holmes delightedly. However, I was not quite so glad. Although I could now understand the motive for the murder, I wished I could have had all the information too, so that I could figure it out myself. I hated it when Holmes kept information to himself.