SPIDERS
"Watson"
I looked around to see Sherlock Holmes standing quite still by the mantelpiece and this ashen complexion told me that something was wrong. I closed the distance between us in a few steps.
"Holmes! Good Lord, What is the matter?"
He took a long, shuddering breath.
"Watson, if you would have the goodness of removing this…this…vile …thing from my hand, I will be most obliged to you."
I looked at his hand, which was resting on the mantelpiece, clutching his pipe. On it, was a small spider.
I blinked at it and looked at Holmes.
"You want me to remove the spider?"
"Yes!" hissed the world's foremost consulting detective. "And be quick about it!"I quickly picked the spider of his closed fist, and set it out on the window sill. I then quickly looked away, trying to do my best to stifle my laughter.
Holes had started to flush in embarrassment.
"You're not going to let me forget this, are you?" he said, looking at me.
"Definitely not." I said, as a slow grin spread over my face.