Dr. Watson handed me the puppy. I followed Watson outside. We went to get Scotland Yard. The police raced to Baker Street and by the time Watson and I got there police were swarming all over the place. Holmes was talking to the man in charge; I think his name was Lestrade. Holmes walked towards Dr. Watson and me. "Shall we investigate this?" he said, as though happy.
It made me wonder why, but then, he is one of the best detectives ever. I sighed,
but no one noticed. We walked inside, cops swarming the place. Holmes went straight to the body to explain what he had found. Dr. Watson seemed to be very interested in this.
"He was hit with a blunt object to the head," explained Holmes. "He also lives by a lake or river of some sort."
"Holmes, may I ask, how do you know he lives by a lake?" asked Dr. Watson.
"It's quite easy to see he has sand in his shoe and his shoes are muddy and barely cleaned. The shoes are basically new, so it shows that they have been through a lot," he said.
"He was married," I said. "The wedding band is gold with a few diamonds. That's kind of expensive... and he has something is his right hand."
Holmes looked in the man's palm and in his hand lay a ladies handkerchief. It had gold initials sown on it (S. M)
"Why would a man have a woman's handkerchief?" said Watson.
"Let's take a look outside!" Holmes and I said at the same time.
"Miss McKellen, you can come, but don't get in my way," Holmes said, not too happy.
I put a leash on Bernard; that's what I had named the puppy. I grabbed my favorite black coat and walked into the den to see Mr. Holmes wearing a harris tweed inverse cape ,and Dr. Watson wearing an old coat with one arm sown back on with a surgeon's precision.
"Watson, let's go," said Holmes, going swiftly out the door.
We went out-side. It had rained the night before and it was still wet when the man showed up. It was half-past two the sun peaking through the clouds. The ground was dry, save for a few puddles.
I looked around. It seemed that not too many people had been outside this morning; only a few footprints showed in the dry mud. There was no one in sight except for a few policemen. I looked around more.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw squared-toed footprints. Holmes had just seen them too. Then I saw pointed ladies shoeprints next to the other set, but the ladies' shoes seemed to go into a run, all the way to a street drain. I looked down to see a cane clearly made for a gentlemen; it was covered with blood.
"Mr. Holmes I've found something!" I yelled, as he walked slowly over with Watson.Holmes looked at it. Soon we went back into the house. We hadn't found anything more. When we got home, Holmes left and didn't return till it was almost six 0'clock. He came in and sat in his green armchair. Anyone could tell that he was deep in thought but I didn't want to wait so I started to talk. "Mr. Holmes did you find anything?" I asked.
"Yes, I did. You see that the cane had a special end that matched the wound on our man," he answered with a mumble as he sat up.
"Good. Sir-I mean, Holmes, yesterday how did you know those things about me?" I did it I asked the question that had been on my mind.
He answered, "It was easy you had a white cat hair on your coat. The hair was long which proved that it was a Persian. You also look about fifteen or sixteen"