Year 1904 – 9 – A letter
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"Wake up, Bartholomew…"
Waking from his sleep, Bart looked around and felt a shiver run down his spine. He swore he had heard his voice be called, by a familiar voice. "Isabelle?" He called out and no one was there. Checking his forehead to see if his fever had broken, it had and he was relieved. Sitting up and yawning with a stretch, Bartholomew pulled his feet out from underneath the tangled covers and stood up. Going to the door to see if Ms. Go had returned, she had not.
The kitchen was quiet and so was every other room in the house. Walking back to his closet, he took of his night gown, along with his boxers and changed his clothes. Tying his soft new robe tightly around his body, he walked into the kitchen and poured himself a new cup of tea. Sipping it lightly he than walked to the front door and opened it up. A burst of fresh cool air burst in and his hair was ruffled lightly.
'How relaxing.' Bart thought to himself stepping outside and yawning as he sipped more of his tea and a little girl came running his way. She had long hair which was pulled back into a braid and its color was golden. Several tiny freckles spread over her nose and cheeks. The child's eyes were the color of hazel that shone brightly as she ran. She had a small terrier under her right arm and he was barking wildly. Her dress was cream colored, with beads across the bottom. Her boots that she was wearing looked freshly new and extremely expensive; they were meant to match her beautiful dress.
"Are you Mr. Bartholomew Lipsky?" The little one asked slowing down as she performed a curtsy to him.
"Yes I am, who are you?" Bart asked smiling at the door and it growled.
"That is not important sir, this is for you. It's from the chief of police."
"Police?" He said as the china cup fell and shattered into a million pieces and the girl jumped back in fright. "Don't worry about that, I have many more." He said taking the letter from her.
"Good day sir, oh and… please do what they ask you to do in that package sir, you don't want to be in more trouble than you need to be." She said clamping her hand over hour mouth.
"Alright?"
"I have said to much, good bye!" She said running back down the ally way, and splashing puddles as she went. Soon her tiny dog's barks soon became faint as she disappeared and he opened the letter. Shaking a bit, he prayed he wasn't arrested… even thought he did have a good chance to be.
Across the front of the letter that kept it sealed was a seal. Ruby red from a red candle, a crest was pressed into it, which was the Police's crest. Than, out unfolded a letter which was written in ink with excellent hand writing. 'Who ever wrote this is extremely talented.' Bart thought to himself walking back inside and slamming the door behind him shut. His tiny eyes darted across the long letter, as it slowly slipped from his hands and drifted like a feather, to the floor. Bart could not believe what he had just read…he needed to talk to Ms. Go, this was getting urgent.
Running to his bedroom he untied his robe, and pulled on his best pieces of clothing. He buttoned up a gray colored vest and black pants. Fixing his black spider like hair he picked up the letter and jammed it into his back pocket. Reaching for the doorknob on the door that led to outside, the door opened up itself and Bartholomew jumped back.
"Oh! Bart! W-what are you doing out of bed?" Ms. Go said putting her hand over her chest, she too was surprised to see he was up and about.
"I am feeling better, and I have, uh, some news."
"Hi sweetheart." Isabelle than said coming out from behind Ms. Go.
"Oh, Isabelle… what a surprise."
"What's the matter, you look like you have seen a ghost." Isabelle giggled coming in and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him ever so tenderly.
"Nothing dear, just so thrilled to see you."
"What's the news Bart?" Ms. Go said suspiciously putting down her purse and slipping off her silky black gloves and Isabelle starting to run her fingers all over him.
"Sweetheart, in public?" He whispered holding back a laugh as Isabelle giggled and kissed his cheek, Ms. Go could only roll her eyes.
"Its rather a private matter," he blushed "So you mean I cant hear it Bartyboo?" Isabelle said butting in.
"We went to town! I found Bell here and we uh, had a little chat and you know talked about girl stuff." Ms. Go said sitting down and crossing her legs waiting to be told the news.
"How nice," He said now rolling his eyes and turning to his love. Ms. Go than took her index finger and ran it quickly across her throat, telling Isabelle that she wanted her gone. "I think I am going to go back to my place and fresh' in up, how about you and I go dancing tonight and dinner. Hm? Sound like fun." She asked.
"You know, where I come from the men ask the woman out, I guess times are changing." Bart said and smiling as she batted her eyes and left them to their peace.
"Alright… what do you want to tell me?"
"We are in trouble with the police."
"Were what!"
"Yes…it was a surprise to me too when I found out."
"What are we to do, what did we do?"
"Don't give me crap Samantha; you know what the hell we did." Bart said angrily. Ms. Go's face dropped and Bart could not believe what he had said. Samantha was one of his closet's friends, and he never treated her in a mean way.
"I'm sorry Sam, I didn't mean that."
"I sure hope you didn't." She whispered looking away, she was a bit hurt even thought he said something that wasn't even that cruel.
"The police would like us to go down and confront them in order." He started up again, "In order?" "You and I, along with John Stoppable and Miriam Possible to go down and tell each of our stories how we stole the electrostatic illuminator."
Ms. Go sighed and threw her head into her hands. "This isn't happening. Bartholomew we are going to lose! Don't you see?" She cried,
"We shall not loose Samantha. As long as we know what to say… everything shall work out fine, trust me?"
"Yes," She sighed taking his hand as he helped her up, "I trust you. But this dosent mean we are getting along. I received some news from Isabelle, that… oh what amd I saying, I should be happy!"
"Happy about what?"
"That sir," She snickered tapping her finger on his tiny white nose, "Is for me to know… and you to find out."
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