Family Secrets
An Hope Holmes Adventure Chapter XV
Faith Robin
Moriarty paced back and forth across the floor impatiently, rubbing the back of his head. 'Blast that girl and her excellent aim!' he thought in his head. His buffoon minions had lost the girl, although, it wasn't too hard to trace her again, there were only two places that she would go, either back to her home to her father whom was in his clutches, or to her uncle. 'She's too clever to go back home, it would be too easy to bring her back and she knows that.' Moriarty thought, 'More than likely she's gone to her Uncles'. But just to be safe I'll post watches on both houses.'
"Jenkins!" He shouted into the hallway. A man came running up the stairs. Jenkins was about twenty years old. Young enough for the tasks that his Master required.
"Yes sir?" Jenkins asked from the doorway.
"I need posts on both of the Holmes residences, if they see the girl come back and report, Do not try anything until we have a set plan, I want that girl alive, and I don't want any errors," Moriarty ordered.
"Yes sir!" Jenkins said scurrying away to alert the men in the kitchen. When Jenkins came down the men were playing poker. "Go and post a watch on both the Holmes residence, if you see the girl watch her and then report back, don't try anything until we have a plan, no mistakes! He wants the girl alive understood?" Jenkins said giving the orders. The men laid down their cards and picked up the weapons form the back door and went out to watch for the girl.
"No, no, no, let go of me!" I screamed fighting back against the men's strong grip on me; I gasped and woke with a start. I sat up and looked around gasping. My heart was racing, 'Its alright it was just a dream' I thought to myself. I slowed my breathing trying to calm myself. I glanced at the clock on my bed stand.
'Good heavens! It's nearly nine in the morning!' It thought getting out of the bed. I went to my dresser and picked out one of the dresses that I had stored there.
'Okay what color for today? Light yellow or pale pink" I thought holding up the two dresses. 'Light yellow,' I decided. I took off my night gown and put on the dress. I looked over at the mirror, my hair was a mess. I picked up the brush and brushed the knots out of my hair.
I pulled out a drawer and picked up a hair bow and put my hair up in a bun. I took out my extra bobby pins and pinned the bun to where it wouldn't come loose. I washed my face in the water basin, the water was somewhat warm. I dried my face on the towel and glanced into the mirror.
'Perfect,' I thought. I emerged from my room. Mycroft was sitting on the breakfast table reading his newspaper, and Dr. Watson had arrived; was sitting at the breakfast table enjoying a piece of sausage. When I came into the room Mycroft greeted me.
"Good Morning Hope," Mycroft said, still engulfed in his newspaper.
"Good Morning Hope," Dr. Watson said standing, and pulling out a chair for me.
"Good Morning," I said sitting down at the table and pulling my self up the table. There was bacon, toast, and sausage on my plate. I picked up a spoon and cracked the egg that was in the holder. I ate the egg and nibbled on the toast. I wasn't that hungry, possibly still shaken by the dream.
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