Quinn's POV
In the evening I had decided it would be good to spend that little free time that I had to spy on that Bakerstreet Boy's headquarter. So I positioned myself on a roof just above their cellar entrance, careful not to draw a shadow.
I watched this Mr Holmes come out of one of the earlier, nicer numbers of Bakerstreet, and go to the cellar. The question what his business was kept my mind busy the whole day, I almost tripped in one of those horrid machines. How would he react, when he heard that Wiggins had nothing? I mean how could he?
But to my surprise Wiggins seemed to have something. I listened closer when I heard him speak proudly.
"Of course, Mr Holmes, we didn't find her, but we found a few things about her. Was not easy, but we managed." Holmes seemed intrigued by that.
"We found out that this girl has practically disappeared after the murder of her mother. But we found out her name, seems we've made a little mistake this morning Mr Holmes." Holmes expression was now puzzled, but quickly blanked and he just stared at the boy in front of him.
"Her full name is Quinn Mary Kelly, Mr Holmes, and surprise, surprise, as soon as the girl disappeared a boy appeared famous for taking over almost any job. I doubt we'll see him, uhm, her again Mr Holmes, if he, she has done something. It was not possible to make out an address, so she seems to sleep in the streets, we would have found any other kind of stay, Mr Holmes."
Holmes did not seem to react he just stood and stared. Suddenly the ground beneath me shivered. Not only one, a bunch of tiles crashed down and I with them. I hastily grabbed a hold on the downspout. The tiles almost crushed the two on the street and I screamed as loud as I could. In this moment nothing was important to me, other than I did not want to die.
Alarmed from my screams Holmes and Wiggins looked up to me. My cap flew down to them and I heard it hit the floor. For a moment they just stood and stared up to me and my red locks flying in the wind. Suddenly I heard Holmes shout something. It sounded like, "Quinn, don't panic, I'll come get you soon, just hold on a little longer!".
Who does he think he's talking too? Of course I would just let me drop! I almost had to stifle a laugh through my tears. I simply could not deny being Black Mary's daughter, no matter in which situation. Just then I heard heavy footsteps and surprised calls from inside the house. The window besides me opened and Mr Holmes leaned out, "Quinn, let go of it!"
"What?! Are you crazy? Do you want me to die?"
He murmured something under his breath what sounded like, "As stubborn as her mother.", then he added loudly, "No, I want you to swing towards me, so I can catch you!".
"Who tells me that you are going to catch me?"
"You would just have to trust me!"
"Why are you searching for me anyway?"
"What?", now he looked surprised.
"What is this business we have, Mr Holmes?"
"I'll tell you, if you're safe, not out here."
"Okay, I trust you, but only for this moment!", I yelled at him and did as he suggested. I managed to swing and let go of the downspout right before it too crashed downwards. Luckily he grabbed me around the waist and hovered me inside. We both collapsed on the floor afterward.
"Don't do this ever again, okay?", he asked breathing heavily, "I try too, but I can't promise anything.", I gasped back and we both laughed.
The next thing we saw was the angry faces of the house owners, so we hurried to get out.
On the street Wiggins ran up to us and hugged me tightly, "So glad you're alright, laddie, uhm lassie that is, is it?". As an answer I just laughed and hugged him back. He seemed to be surprised by that. Holmes stifled what was some kind of half a laughter and half an indignant cough.
"Oh, yes, sorry. You wanted to talk with her, Mr Holmes.", Wiggins even blushed. "It is alright.", said Holmes while he took out his purse and handed Wiggins some money. All of sudden we both had big eyes, Wiggins and I. There were five pounds. But Holmes only winked at him and Wiggins quickly ran back to the cellar. Then Holmes gestured towards me to take his arm. I shrugged my shoulders, got my cap from the ground and took it.