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The Truth about Dr. Watson
Chapter Four
They suddenly jumped apart and stared at Holmes rather guiltly. Lily felt her face grow hot and Michael looked worried.
The silence seem to grow louder until Lily broke it with, " Holmes, this is my friend Michael Answorthe. We haven't seen each other for a while and were catching up."
"Yes, Mr. Holmes, I was original sent here to speak to you on behalf of my employer," Michael said, as he stood up, " I haven't seen uh John since before the war."
Holmes' sharp eyes seem to narrow slightly as he said, "Of course. Well, do sit down and tell us about your employer."
As Michael told Holmes of his employer's failing health and his belief that someone was slowly poisoning him (the employer), Holmes' mind raced on a different matter. Something's wrong with this picture, Holmes thought, looking at Michael, something I can't place my finger on. I come home to see this man and my Watson hugging. Watson looks guilty and embrassed and Answorthe looks worried. What's missing from this puzzle.
No, Holmes thought, an idea suddenly forming in his head, no that can't be right. Yet it fits the clues but it can't be! This man can't have been Watson's lover!
Wait, he thought, trying to calm himself down, you can't make up theories until you have all the evidence. Though, he had calmed down, Holmes couldn't help but let a bit of coldness into his voice when he said, " I think we should talk to your employer. I believe a 8:15 train leaves for Manchester in the morning. We shall be on it."
"Thank you, Mr. Holmes. I'm sure Mr. Chesterfield will be ever grateful," Michael said, getting up to leave. " I'm sure. Good day, Mr. Answorthe," Holmes replied, dismissing him.
" Bye John,"Michael said, smiling at her, "I shall see you tomorrow,"
"Good bye Michael, have a safe trip," She called to him as he left.
The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she turned to Holmes looking at her, but he quickly adverted his eyes.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day, she thought.