Aurora had been a part of the Baker Street Household for a week now, paying her rent with chores and the occasional coin that came her way when she went out as a boy and did the odd job that she could. As a street boy, she had taken on the name of Adiem, or A.D.M. of Baker Street. Much to her annoyance however, Chief Inspector Vole, an acquaintance of Basil's, had decided to call her Adam when he had met "him". Aurora made certain that when she was in female clothes her voice was different than when she was in male's clothes. This allowed her to live two different lives, much to the amusement of Basil and Mrs. Judson.
One day, Mrs. Judson had sent the young lady out on a run for errands, and Aurora noticed Basil and the inspector looking over a crime scene. She was in her male outfit and had decided to take advantage of it to look at what was going on. Basil and Vole were having a fight.
"… so it's impossible to be anyone else, Basil! It has to be Jim Knot. He was the only one in the house other than the victim!"
"And I'm telling you it wasn't Jim Knot. He had nothing to gain from this, nor any reason. There's no motive."
"Well than who was it?" The two of them didn't notice young A.D.M. make his way towards the remnants of the body. The mouse was definitely dead. A.D.M. frowned as he looked at where the body had come from. It seemed that the mouse had fallen, or been pushed out, of an upstairs window.
He leaned in close and then pinched his nose. "Yeesh! Basil, what is that ruddy smell?" Though obviously American, A.D.M. and Aurora, were quickly learning the British slang and accent. "It's making my head hurt! He stinks and has a funny look about him."
Basil and Vole looked at the young lad with a smidge of shock. Basil was the first to shake it off. "That, A.D.M. happens to be a strong whiskey, which I rather hope you never partake to."
"And the sour smell with it? I think that's making me sicker."
"Then step back." Basil rolled his eyes as Vole made the stupid comment.
"I believe that would be the poison used to kill our mouse. You keep saying the he was pushed out the window, and young A.D.M. here has found the poison that was given to him. Young man, can you also guess why he was poisoned?" Basil had a smirk on his face as he let the young child's mind wander into a new territory.
"Can I look inside?"
"Of course not! This is a police investigation, young man, and I don't approve of letting a child in on this mess, Basil!"
"Why don't we take a look together, A.D.M.? We'll see what you find, and I'll help you understand what you miss."
"Thanks, Basil!" The young mouse smiled as they started towards the door with Vole arguing and yelling at them. Jim Knot, the victim's older brother it seemed, was sitting on the floor with a couple of officers surrounding him. A.D.M. walked close enough to take a sniff and frowned. "He's not the killer." The mouse looked up at him with wide eyes and shock. "He doesn't stink of whiskey or the poison… right?"
Basil nodded. "Correct. He came in when?"
A.D.M. looked at the shoes on the mouse's feet, and then looked at the dust print's on the floor. His eyes narrowed in annoyance. "I think after, but someone trampled through here."
"Just like a heard of wildebeests, but yes. Hopefully there are still some clues to work with." Basil couldn't help but grin. The young child was certainly smart for one who had been an infant a short while ago. "What else do you see?"
"Not much, I'm afraid, but I can smell a lot!" A.D.M. wrinkled his nose and stooped down to the ground. "Someone had a lot of whiskey and…" he started crawling towards another door that he accidently bumped into it. "Oof! The poison's in here." A.D.M. shook his head and stood up. He reached his paw up to the door and tried to open it. "Mr. Baker, Inspector! It's locked!"
Basil couldn't help but smile at the young mouse's struggle against the larger door. "Indeed, I didn't expect someone's poison locker to be unlocked for a young mouse to open… what are you doing?"
A.D.M. had started shoving his tail through the tiny hole, or at least the hair fine tip of it in. "What's it look like? I'm picking the bloody lock, ain't I?" After a few more seconds, he smiled. "Aha!" The lock snapped open, revealing a storage closet of some kind. "OGH!" The child started coughing and covered his snout with the top of his shirt. "That's the most putrid smell I've ever had the experience of dealing with!"
Basil chuckled as he started pulling the young mouse away from the stench. "Thank you for unlocking his poison cupboard, Adiem. I believe that Inspector Vole can figure it out as a suicide from here." He then called to the inspector behind him, who was shocked. "Vole, I'll take my young apprentice home while you clear up this mess. Oh, and the reasoning is because he had fallen for a woman he couldn't have, his brother's wife. Good day, inspector."
