We spent most of the night talking. He told me that he doesn't like to remember his cases to save room for more cases in his mind. His right words I don't remember. But I remembered "A Scandal in Bohemia I thought that it was very clever the way he used the red paint. It was about nine and I could tell Holmes wasn't used to staying up late. Watson retired soon after nine thirty. I yawned my thoughts still on the dead man.

Holmes spoke," Miss McKellen, I haven't had anyone who understands my cases since I met Watson."

"Please, call me Anna," I told him, " My look at the time! I think I'll retire...goodnight Mr. Holmes."

At that moment, a small knock came upom the door. Holmes got up and answered it. There was a small woman, about 4'5", and she had pointed shoes. Next to her was a tall man, with a briefcase, wearing a suit.

"Is this the home of Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" the man asked.

"Yes, this is he," said Holmes.

"Then this is the home where Marcus Mitchell died?" asked the suspicious man.

"Yes. Then he is the man who passed away here?" I said.

"You poor child," sobbed the woman.

I hated being called a child. The woman sniffed, then sneezed. I took note of that.

"So, Marcus is his name. I take it you are Mrs. Mitchell are you not?" assumed Holmes.

"Yes, Iam," the woman said while still crying.

Holmes took out the handkerchief that we had found. "Is this yours?"

"Yes it is...that's been missing for weeks. Thank you," she said, now holding it lightly.

"May I have your name?" asked Holmes.

She looked up, her golden hair in a small hat her, face covered with a black veil.

The woman wore a small black dress, new fashions. She came from a rich background.

"I 'm Sophia Mitchell."

"And I'm Willis Murphy, an insurance agent...we have reason to believe that some one from this home murdered Mr. Mitchell."

My eye started to twitch, "that's impossible! I was talking with Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes was in his room when who-ever-he-is died!" I exclaimed. This guy was making me mad.

"It's getting to be too late to investigate isn't it Willis?" Watson said as he walked in.

"John! What are you doing here?" Asked Willi.s

"I live here," Watson answered, "please leave Willis," his voice sounded angry.

"Fine goodnight." Willis said walking out the door, the woman close behind.

I wondered how Dr. Watson knew this man and why he asked him to leave. Why did Mr. Murphy suspect Holmes? Yet Sophia must have killed Mr. Mitchell, but if she did, she wouldn't come here to investigate. It's my turn to investigate. The facts are; she knew it was her handkerchief and she had pointed shoes.

"Holmes, we have to investigate! You're the great detective right?" as I broke the silence.