Going out into the hall Watson spotted a small box lying near the open door. Holmes opened it to find a pocket watch that had a magnifying glass etched into the cover in gold plating. Gazing at the watch Holmes sat there for the remainder of the night as if the watch itself held any clues as to who was sending them.
Presently on Curious clocks:
Seeing the morning sun indicate that it was sunrise, Holmes got up from his chair and stretched, his muscles sore and stiff from sitting all night in the big red armchair.
Groaning a bit he went and took a shower, letting the hot water relax him, and hopefully shake the cobwebs from his brains.
As he got out and got dressed, he frowned, wondering if he should call Lestrade and check to see if she had gotten a package with some sort of clock in it as well, not that he was concerned after all he new from past experiences that Lestrade could handle herself very well, even against Moriarty.
A thought crossed his mind for a moment, and he shivered just a bit.
'What if Moriarty was the one some how sending the clocks?'
Shaking his head he walked over to his Vid-phone and sat down to call Lestrade.
As her face popped on screen, he was relieved to find that other that looking like she hadn't slept in a while Lestrade looked no worse for the wear. Not that he was worried at least that's what he kept telling himself.
"Good Morning Lestrade, have a good nights rest?"
"Not really, I received another clock, Holmes who is doing this to us?"
Startled for a second he frowned. "what kind of clock Lestrade?"
"A gold watch, that's kinda dainty, on a thin gold chain, that can be worn around the neck. What about you? Did you get another clock as well?"
"Yes, a Gold pocket watch with a magnifying glass on the cover, I dusted it for prints but the perpetrator didn't leave any as usual."
"Zed Holmes, this is frustrating!" Lestrade said as she banged her fist against her wooden kitchen table.
"Calm down my dear Lestrade we will figure this out sooner or later."
"But Holmes, whoever did this got into my apartment and left it on the kitchen table, Even with all the Zedding locks I have they managed to break in and leave it there. While I was in my room no less!"
Coming in at the last part of the conversation, Watson looked confused for a second.
"What's going on Holmes?" he said as he came up behind with a breakfast tray in hand.
"Lestrade was just telling us, how someone managed to break into her Apartment last night to drop off another clock, on her Kitchen table while she was trying to get some sleep." Stated Holmes as he turned to face Watson and grab a cup of Coffee at the same time.
"Oh my goodness! Lestrade maybe you would be safer here, with Holmes and I." Watson said as he put the tray down on the table.
Almost spitting his coffee, Holmes Quickly gulped what he had in his mouth to stare at Watson aghast. It was a good thing he was turned from the vid screen at the point or Lestrade probably would have started laughing.
Regaining his composure, Holmes turned back to the screen, steepling his fingers he hoped that his face gave no indication of his previous reaction to the suggestion.
"that might not be such a bad idea, Lestrade. We might have a better chance of catching this person if we are both in the same spot."
Sighing Lestrade gave in and went to pack an overnight bag for the stay.
As he disconnected from talking with Lestrade, Holmes sighed just a bit, and began to check the web for any thing about clocks that might be of some significant clue to why they were being sent clocks.
Finding nothing significant he sighed again, and moved over to his massive bookshelves across the room.
Randomly looking through them he happen upon a Chinese book that had to be old even when he was around the first time. Carrying it over to his chair he took out a pair of white gloves that he put on before even touching the pages of the old book. as he carefully thumbed through the book, he came upon a drawing of a clock and a old tradition that by giving a clock to a person that it would send them to an early grave.
Frowning he didn't even hear Lestrade come in the door and plop her bag down.
Crossing the room Lestrade sat on the arm of his chair to look at what he was reading.
Ok and that's were I am going to leave it, sorry about the long wait for the update hope that no one is too mad at me for not updating sooner but life can be very hectic at times and with work and everything else I kinda forgot about this story until I found my disk recently. Oh and thank you to MAsked Phantom for the Idea of the Chinese Tradition (hope you don't mind that i used it.)
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