Power of the Pen: The Amateur Mendicant Society
For VHunter07
Fragments from the desk of Inspector G. Lestrade:
-Brown found in river, apparently dumped after being shot
-No family we've been able to find so far
-Few friends
-Old neighbours said he moved out of his apartments about two months ago; that he was feeling depressed and lost?
-Young Gordon claims to have seen him about the city begging--whether or not he's mistaken remains to be seen
-No enemies to speak of
-Mr. Holmes claims he spent a good deal of time in a back alley near the Soho area--he is going to see if he can retrace the man's steps at all
-Found a slip of paper folded deep in his back pocket, with the words "release" and "posession" still clear to read, but all else obliterated by water damage
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Inspector,
We've found a brother. Name of Michael Brown. He says that he and his brother had had a falling out recently, but that the victim had been acting lost and distressed, and was looking for some new purpose in life, or something similar. He is ready to speak with you on any matter. Mr. Holmes has already seen him.
--Gordon
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Lestrade--
Several people near Pall Mall claim to have seen a handful of suspicious looking characters lingering near where the elder Mr. Holmes lives.
--Bradstreet
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An excerpt from the journal of Mr. Sherlock Holmes:
Mycroft has become extremely agitated over this business with his apartments being broken into. It is true that he does from time to time keep important documents nearby, but I highly doubt that any great secrets would be revealed were they to be stolen--Mycroft keeps the bulk of the information he recieves in his head. It is this particular quality which makes him so indespensible to the govronment. And if certain important facts were compromised, it would certainly make the culprits much easier to locate than they are now, as long as one knows the correct way to go about looking, which I do.
Mycroft was not at all pleased with this outlook.
It was interesting to see what my elder brother could make of the crime scene. As always, his superior skills for deductive reasoning put me much closer to my goal than I had been. I have always been rather curious as to what he would make of a scene such as the one he found himself in when he returned home. It is a sad thing that my brother has no sort of ambition, for I have always felt that if he had the will he could be the greatest detective in London. Unfortunately, we cannot continue to bring crime scenes to him, despite the temptation to shake him out of his routine with a little burglary more often.
The case itself has developed an interesting twist, as well. A man has been murdered. I believe his death is linked to the recent burglaries, and the man's description matches that of the man who smokes the hand rolled cigarettes. I found tobacco stains upon his fingers and teeth, though there was no evidence of tobacco itself. Watson and I plan on going down towards where the mud on his trousers dictates we should go, and see what there is to find.
A/N: One more chapter coming! But I need to run away now, so it will go up later :)