The Man Who Keeps me Sane.
"Am I interrupting something?" Watson's voice was tinged with amusement as he loitered in the doorway.
Hayley looked up and released Holmes.
"Doctor Watson!" She screamed at him, holding out small hand in greeting which Watson took it with a smile.
"It's very nice to meet you Miss…?"
"Baudliere." She answered with a small courtesy. Watson smiled and walked past her into the room.
"I am sorry to have interrupted your interview."
"You did not." Holmes smiled back, ignoring the almost cat like grin on Watson's face.
"No Dr. Watson you were not. Mr. Holmes knows all about it now and he promised to help me." Hayley turned a scintillating smile on Holmes.
"Yes…" Holmes ignored the girl's smiles and walked over to his bookcase.
"May I inquire as to your age Miss. Baudliere?" Watson asked as the child scrambled next to him on the couch.
"I am seven years old doctor."
"Seven? Why you're practically a lady."
Hayley smiled at him and giggled.
"Baudliere, I knew I had heard that name before." Holmes said behind the bookcase.
"My name?" Hayley enquired.
"Yes, your parents Hayley were very important people. You are the child of a Lord are you not?"
Hayley shrugged, matters of state evidently lost on her.
"Are you going to help me catch the man who murdered Clara?" She asked, impatient to see some action.
"Mmm?" Holmes looked up from the book he was holding, "Yes of course, we will start as soon as it gets light."
Watson yawned,
"Yes I think that would be a good idea."
Hayley watched as he leaned back and closed his eyes, she turned to Holmes.
"He doesn't do very much does he?" She asked.
Holmes laughed.
"He does rather a lot Miss. Baudliere, he keeps me sane."