Chapter Four
Grantaire walked into the café the next day. He was wearing his Sherlock Holmes outfit. Combeferre was the first to notice him.
"Grantaire?"
"Quiet, dear Combeferre. I am looking for clues," Grantaire said in a British accent.
Combeferre gave him a look and then sat at his usual table. The rest of Les Amis filtered in. Grantaire was examining everyone with the magnifying glass in the same manner as Joly when he examined his tongue. Every so often, he would pull out a pipe and puff on it into someone's face. Suddenly, a man walked in. He had dark hair and striking blue eyes. He wore a maroon vest that closely resembled Enjolras'. Grantaire gave him a suspicious look.
"Bonjour. I was sent by my late cousin, Jacques Enjolras. He told me to take over leadership of Les Amis De'L ABC."
"What is your name?" Feuilly asked.
"Jean-Marc Enjolras."
As the meeting progressed, Grantaire scribbled in his little notebook. His page was covered with pictures of him and Enjolras holding hands, kissing, doing stuff they shouldn't.
"Get on the case, Grantaire," Enjolras said in his head.
That night, Grantaire decided to follow Jean-Marc home. He saw him enter his flat. On the table, there was a glinting of silver. He started to go in when the door slammed in his face. Grantaire turned and walked to the window. He looked in. He wrote down on his notebook: "Suspect number un: Jean Marc Enjolras. Relationship: Cousin. Motive: ?"
Grantaire walked into the café the next day. He was wearing his Sherlock Holmes outfit. Combeferre was the first to notice him.
"Grantaire?"
"Quiet, dear Combeferre. I am looking for clues," Grantaire said in a British accent.
Combeferre gave him a look and then sat at his usual table. The rest of Les Amis filtered in. Grantaire was examining everyone with the magnifying glass in the same manner as Joly when he examined his tongue. Every so often, he would pull out a pipe and puff on it into someone's face. Suddenly, a man walked in. He had dark hair and striking blue eyes. He wore a maroon vest that closely resembled Enjolras'. Grantaire gave him a suspicious look.
"Bonjour. I was sent by my late cousin, Jacques Enjolras. He told me to take over leadership of Les Amis De'L ABC."
"What is your name?" Feuilly asked.
"Jean-Marc Enjolras."
As the meeting progressed, Grantaire scribbled in his little notebook. His page was covered with pictures of him and Enjolras holding hands, kissing, doing stuff they shouldn't.
"Get on the case, Grantaire," Enjolras said in his head.
That night, Grantaire decided to follow Jean-Marc home. He saw him enter his flat. On the table, there was a glinting of silver. He started to go in when the door slammed in his face. Grantaire turned and walked to the window. He looked in. He wrote down on his notebook: "Suspect number un: Jean Marc Enjolras. Relationship: Cousin. Motive: ?"