The next day I woke to the smell of coffee. I pulled my robe on over my nightdress and slipped outside my room. I looked to the clock; half past seven. Then I walked silently to the den to find Watson reading the news.
"Good morning," greeted Watson. "How did you sleep?"
I smiled slightly at the thought because I hadn't slept that well. "I had a great nights rest," I said clearly lying ."Where is Mr. Holmes?"
"He's in his room writing something," answered Watson.
I sat down in a chair. The sun had just rose. It seemed nice though it had rained a lot last night. I felt that something strange was going to happen today, but I wasn't sure what. I broke the silence with a question "How did he know all those things about me with just one look?" I inquired.
"There are a lot of interesting things that Holmes can do. He just observes things that others don't care to see."
"Oh, that's interesting," I sighed.
Watson got up from his chair ,"Your mother told me to get you something," he said as he walked out of the room, and came back with a green box. it made a muffeled bark.
"Dr. Watson I don't need anything more," I said looking at the green box. This made me smile. Watson handed me the box. I opened it trying not to shake it. A small blood hound puppy looked up at me with his droopy eyes. He had a small blue ribbon on his black color.
"Did Grandfather say I could have a dog?" I asked.
"Yes, he did. Not to worry," said Watson. "It was he who paid for half of it."
But then, out of the blue, to ruin this happy moment the front door flew open. A tall man stumbled in, blood dripping from his black hair, the expression of fear on his face. In a gasp for air, he fell on his pale face. I screamed, scared out of my wits, the dog behind me.
"Go get Holmes" yelled Dr. Watson, almost as startled as I.
"Mr. Holmes, Mr. Holmes!" I yelled banging on his bedroom door.
Holmes opened his door. He had clearly been awake for some time. "What is it?"
"There's a man in the den!" I exclaimed.
We ran into the den. Blood was all over the doorway. The man was there was lying there in a bloody fancy jacket . He had black square-toed boots and navy blue pants. Holmes stood over the man's bloody body. He checked for a pulse then sighed.
"Is he," I gulped "dead?" I nearly fainted.
"Yes," Holmes answered in a weird tone.
"What shall we do?" I exclaimed.
"Its all right," said Watson, He noticed that I was really scared.
"No it's not all right! There's a dead man in the doorway!" I nearly screamed. Holmes seemed to have a headache now. He stood up. " Miss McKellen, Watson, go inform Scotland Yard," he sighed.