In honor of two other celebrated detectives of London! ;)
Zany Things at 221B
Part I
Sherlock Holmes was logical. If it did not belong in the factual world, it did not belong in his brain-attic. If it could not be thought out, deduced, or analyzed to an exact science, it was not a part of his life.
Little did he know that the very thing he had always denied access into his "attic" had been living in his basement all along…
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Dr. John Watson sat at his desk, scribbling aimlessly of the zany things at 221B that had occurred in the day, when there was a sudden slamming of the front door, followed by the loud stomping of footsteps upon the seventeen stairs.
With a wary sigh, he shut the journal and braced himself for the inevitable.
"It is a disgrace, Watson!" bellowed Sherlock Holmes with a violent energy as he burst into their shared sitting room.
"What is, Holmes?" questioned Watson with honest curiosity. "I thought you went to examine the evidence at the Yard."
"As did I!" he replied, tossing his coat onto the hat stand by the door and removing his hat. "Lestrade took me into his office where he claimed he had ensured its safety, and lo and behold, it was nowhere to be found!"
"Someone took it then?"
"Precisely!"
"And you could not discern who?"
"Whoever it was, was a master thief, Watson! The most detailed analysis brought about no clues whatsoever! I haven't the slightest imagining of what I shall do without that button!"
"A button, you say?"
"Yes, yes, Watson; do try to keep up! What on earth are you snickering about?"
Watson was shaking his head, his shoulders shaking as he chuckled.
"Watson?"
"Holmes," he giggled in quite an undignified fashion, "I would advise that you wouldn't worry too much about it."
"You know where it is, then?"
"Indeed I do."
"Then tell me, man! Out with it, Watson!"
"It's in the basement."
Holmes gaped. "I beg your pardon?"
"I said that it is in the basement."
Holmes glowered. "Really, Watson, this is no time for silly jokes. Do you or do you not know where the button is?"
"I do. I told you; it's in the basement."
"Oh, if you're going to act such a fool, I'm going out! Don't wait up for me!" Holmes growled in uncontrolled frustration, spinning on his heel and thundering toward the door.
"Really, sir, is that any way to treat a friend?" squeaked a voice from the mantle.
Holmes turned. And froze.
Was that mouse wearing a coat?
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TBC…Indeed, Mr. Holmes, he is! haha
