Chapter 5

After meeting Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson, and taking Molly with him to go crime-solving for a day, Sherlock finally got back to 221B. He was having some fish and chips while thinking back of what happened that day.

He was fairly sure the so-called "Jack the Ripper" case was set up by someone who wanted to lure him back to London, namely, Anderson. He also knew why he had to do that: because the forensic scientist felt guilty for his "death". He made a mental note to pay Anderson a visit after it ended.

Just then, he heard someone running upstairs.

It was Mary.

She told him she had received a message from someone, who claimed to have John on his hand, and that he was at St. James. She didn't know what to do, so she went to the place john mentioned the most, hoping Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade would help her. Instead, she met Sherlock. She had no idea he was the "dead friend', though, so Sherlock introduced himself as a DI living here.

Sherlock thought for a while. What if this was another trap to lure him out?

"I need to think," and he went into his room with his violin.

He whipped out his phone, found a recording of one of his violin solo pieces, and clicked it. Outside, Mary would think he was playing the violin while thinking. Then he put on his glasses and called his uncle.

Coincidentally, two agents were near St. James, and they agreed to save John Watson.

When he came out of the room, Mary was very impatient and anxious. Sherlock understood. It's not every day your fiancé was kidnapped and hid in a bonfire.

"I called a few friends of mine. They will make sure John is safe."

"Why can't we just go to St. James?" Mary asked.

"It might be a trap. No one would put a man inside a bonfire for no reason, let alone one close to me. I do have quite a few enemies. Now all we have to do is to wait for John and my friends." He gave Mary an assuring smile.

After a while, a cab arrived at 221B. Sherlock and Mary hurried downstairs, along with Mrs. Hudson, who had no idea what was going on.

The cab's door opened, and two men came out. The older one with hazel eyes was carrying John, who was still unconscious.

"Mary, this is my uncle, Harry," Sherlock simply said.

Eggsy extended his hand, "Gary,' to which Mary shook it. After all, it is less easy for one to track a Gary then to track an "Eggsy".

Harry then gingerly put John on the sofa, and they sat beside him and waited for him to wake.

"I've ask the men who set the bonfire alight," Eggsy said. "One of them, presumably the leader, admitted knowing that someone is in the fire. He claimed he was working for a Charles Augustus Magnessen."

Hearing the name, Mary flinched so slightly that untrained eyes would not notice. The three secret agents did, however.

Just then, a low groan came from behind them. The four turned to see John, who was coming around.

"Looks like he's better now," said Sherlock. "We'd better be going."

"Thank you so much, Mr. DI."