A/N: Greetings everyone! I'm back! Hope you enjoy this chapter, and don't forget to review! Thanks to all those people who reviewed and favorited, you guys are the best ever. Love you!
Chapter Three: Danger.
As Jason crouched over the perilous place between the driver and the road, he felt a sense of fear enveloping him, stifling his thoughts, but he quickly tried to quench it. Lives depended on him, he told himself firmly. If only he'd had time to practice...
Forcing himself to ignore the rough jolts of the carriage, he slid out his sharpest pocketknife and began to saw at the first horse's harness. Soon, it was cut loose, making the carriage lopsided, but still moving, albeit slower than before. The recently liberated horse ran off quickly. The driver cried out in shock and amazement. Jason swung himself over to saw at the other horse's restraints, for he knew that he would be caught very soon if he didn't hurry.
And in a few short minutes, the carriage was freefalling.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the carriage...
Catherine gently lifted the aquamarine out of the unsuspecting man's pocket. He was deep in conversation with the other men.
Just a few inches more...she thought, slowly drawing the aquamarine out, her fingers clenched tightly around her treasure. At the exact moment it was safely out, the carriage lurched forwards frighteningly. It crashed with a resounding of broken glass.
Bryony and Catherine sat up in the wreckage, totally disorientated. Bryony was the first to recover. She saw Jason's head pop out from a mound of debris. She ran over. He was alright, despite a few cuts here and there. Police came running out of nowhere, and detaining anyone who ventured their heads out of the wreckage.
Bryony helped Jason out of the wreckage, and then they went over to help Catherine get up. Everything was in chaos. The surprisingly large amount of police and the dark night did not help either.
Bryony watched carefully for any suspicious signs, and for the elusive Mr Holmes the men were talking about. Strangely enough, the police did not care about a trio of poorly dressed children who were loitering about
Then something suspicious truly happened. The dark man emerged from one corner of the debris, seemingly unnoticed, but Bryony caught sight of him. He got up slowly, but in one fluid motion, Bryony gave a running leap and landed on the man's back. The collision knocked them both down, and left them dazed. However, he was the first to recover. Grabbing Bryony by the hair, he prepared to throw her, but he was stopped, none other by- Sherlock Holmes himself.