Hello, everyone! So sorry about the long delay. I did say the chapters might start to get longer, and I had life keeping me busy also. With the combination of these two things, I think delays will be more frequent. Thank you so much for your patience, guys, and I hope you have fun reading!
Fidget was hanging upside down in his old resting area at Ratigan's old lair (the Viper's current lair), twitching as though he was having a fit. He was inexplicably dreaming of forgotten memories: being picked on for his small size, his older siblings teasing him, the twins looking up to him, his right leg being chopped off while stealing fish (resulting in his peg-leg), being kicked out, sleeping rough, stumbling upon Ratigan's lair … and Lavender … Lavender …
Fidget woke up with a startle, processing everything that had just happened. Most of the memories were not all that enjoyable, but nevertheless, a part of Fidget was happy to remember them. All these years, deep down, the bat missed his family, even his older siblings, but the twins most of all, who were the sweetest people in his life, as well as Lavender, the most beautiful bat Fidget had ever seen. She had been the only one at school to treat Fidget with kindness, the bright spot of his academic life. Her giggle, her smile, filled Fidget's heart with joy, as though he was flying high (not that he could anymore). Despite everything, Fidget did secretly want to see his family and Lavender again, but he doubted they would welcome him back with open arms after everything he had done, and Lavender had probably married another by now. His parents had always despised any sort of crime, and Fidget had gone too deep into the crime underworld. If only things could have been different. It wouldn't hurt to dream, would it? Fidget resumed his nap with a smile on his face, hoping to dream of a happy reunion with his family and true love that would never occur.
The next morning, Basil and Olivia woke up very early, eager to resume investigating as soon as possible. Even Mrs Judson was up and prepared breakfast for her employers. ''So, what is your plan then, William?'' Olivia asked as they sat the table.
Basil smiled. ''I shall return to Gideon's flat and force him to reveal to me who gave him that cigarette holder. He will talk, I will make certain of it. Once we have that information, we will have the Viper, and from there I should be able to deduce their bigger plan. I will go alone as I refuse to put you and Helen in danger from Gideon's violent and unruly behaviour,'' he added, holding up his hand as Olivia opened her mouth. ''As you saw yesterday, I can handle him. Not to mention, I have another task for you two.''
''What's that?''
''Return to the Richmond mansion and, if Victor is absent again, try and find more evidence of what he has been doing.''
''And if he is present, I'm sure Helen and I can think of a good excuse to give them for revisiting, though I'm sure Juliet and Marianne would have no complaints about that. But we must be vigilant. Regardless as to what Victor is up to, we have to be very careful of raising suspicions from every suspect, as the only way we can trap the Viper is if we play the game as craftily as they do.''
''Excellent, Livy!'' Basil beamed. ''You are beginning to really understand our slithery friend.''
Olivia giggled modestly. ''Not really, you said it last night.''
Mrs Judson tickled the young woman's cheek. ''That's one of the many things I love about you Miss Olivia, that you're not a bit stuck-up – the exact opposite of Mr Mortimer's bratty daughter,'' she added in disgust, scowling. ''No wonder she and Ratigan were together.''
''Well said, Mrs Judson,'' Basil agreed, also scowling at the thought of one of the most unpleasant women he had ever encountered. ''I always suspected that was one of the reasons why Ronald was so private.''
Olivia stared at the mantle above the fireplace, as though she was having a flashback, right at the article that describing the Mortimer family's deaths at the hands of their enemy, the Viper, the very first crime that villain had ever committed. ''William,'' she said hesitantly, ''there a few things about Ruby I've been curious about.''
''Of course, darling.''
''I know I'm going to sound hypocritical, but doing the maths and given the fact he was her teacher, doesn't that mean they had a bit of an age-gap like us?''
''Yes, Livy. Ratigan became the maths professor at MCU about a year after Ruby was admitted, and from what I remember, their illicit courtship started not long after, so she was seventeen and my uncle was thirty-four, my age – another similarity uncle and nephew share,'' he added resentfully, but seeing Olivia look a little hurt, he took her hand into his and said softly, ''Though I do feel it is something else I inherited from him, have no regrets about you, Livy.''
Olivia smiled. ''That's good to know. But you're wrong about one thing: you did not inherit that from Ratigan. Me being younger had nothing to do with it, you just fell in love with me because I was different, because I was the only woman who understood there is more to you than just your looks and smarts. Our relationship is pure and real and true. Meanwhile, Ruby and Ratigan's was undoubtedly more toxic and unhealthy, due to the fact they were teacher and pupil, and they were just vain and arrogant rats in general.''
''Couldn't have said it better myself. You and I are right for each other, Livy, and it's unlike me to say such things, but I believe we were meant to be. And while we're on the subject,'' he added, scowling, ''Ratigan was always enamoured with older and younger lady rodents. Women his own age were 'not interesting enough', as Father said. Why, Ratigan was besotted with Mother when she first started seeing Father.''
''Another reason he was jealous of his brother,'' Olivia said. ''Somehow, that does not surprise me. He always was twisted. By the way, what was his reaction when he discovered Ruby's slaughter at the Viper's hands?''
''Oh, his fury was indescribable. Actually,'' Basil said with a grin, ''that night Father taunted him about it …''
''Still haven't managed to avenge your Precious Ruby yet then, big brother?'' Thomas said, grinning. He, his son William and daughter Beatrice were lying down on their backs, tied to one his brother's overkill raps. His brother always liked to go overboard. Ratigan had just committed an insidious crime to Beatrice, which Thomas and William were forced to watch, now she was lying next to her brother, who was trying to comfort her. He wanted to make Ratigan pay for what he did to his little girl, and knew his personal sore spot.
Ratigan froze, before his face grew very red. Without warning, he leaned down and struck his brother across the face, leaving a bruise of Thomas's cheek. For good measure, he also struck his nephew. ''DON'T SAY HER NAME, THOMAS!'' Ratigan screamed in demented rage. ''AND DON'T YOU DARE USE HER PET NAME! THAT IS MY NAME FOR HER AND MINE ALONE!''
''Oh, sorry,'' Thomas said, as though they were merely discussing the weather, rolling his eyes. ''I forgot. Touched a nerve, have I, Padraic?''
Instead of answering, Ratigan growled and grabbed Thomas's throat.
''I take it as a yes then,'' Basil piped up, also grinning. He, too, wanted to make his uncle pay for Beatrice's trauma.
Ratigan let go of his brother and started to strangling his nephew.
''William!'' Thomas cried, fearing for his son. ''Leave my children alone, Padraic!''
Ratigan let go of his nephew breathing heavily and glaring daggers at his three victims. ''I underestimated that scrawny, smug Viper,'' he growled, looking like a wild animal wanting kill its prey. ''I want him to suffer the way he made my Precious Ruby suffer! Every time I have cornered him, he has eluded me. He is worthy of my genius, I admit, which is why I have never fought him directly, we are too evenly matched. Oh, he will rue the day he stole half of my crown and my darling. But,'' the evil rat said cheerfully, rubbing his hands together and displaying his signature smile, ''it's only a matter of time before the Viper lets his guard down, and then that I will pounce! And in that moment of weakness, I shall have him and finally avenge my beautiful, brilliant, beloved Ruby.''
He began to laugh manically. ''I'm getting ahead of myself. I always seems to be doing that, don't I? We evil geniuses always do,'' Ratigan chuckled, gesturing to himself with narcissism. ''Now, Thomas, William, Beatrice –'' He looked triumphantly at his niece, who whimpered and Basil held her hand – ''let me show my marvellous finish for you works ...''
'' 'My Precious Ruby'?'' Olivia asked in amusement. ''He actually had a pet name for her?''
Basil nodded.
''What I don't understand is if Ronald was so kind-hearted, how did his own daughter grow up to be the pole opposite of him?''
''Ronald didn't talk about much about his home life in public, but I have a very good idea. You see, Ruby said on the day she visited that she endured constant bullying at school, so much her time at school soon ceased and she was home-schooled by Angus.''
''Similar to Juliet,'' Olivia remarked. ''Do you reckon the bullying was why she turned out so obnoxious?''
''I am certain of it. From what I heard, she was a sweet child beforehand, but the constant belittling gradually turned her bitter. That is one of the reasons why she and Ratigan were drawn to each other. I believe Ruby's behaviour was why Ronald never talked about his home life.''
''I wouldn't be surprised if he was ashamed of her,'' Olivia said grimly. ''But why was she bullied?''
''Because …'' The moment Basil started talking, it was though he was seeing things from a whole new perspective. ''Because she –''
The detective was interrupted by an abrupt knock at the door. Mrs Judson volunteered to answer it. She opened the door and there stood –
''Paul?'' Basil said, surprised to see Gideon's caretaker. ''What brings you here?''
''Have you seen Gideon?'' Paul asked urgently, stepping into the parlour. ''He's been out all night and I'm getting worried.''
''We haven't seen him since we left your flat yesterday,'' Olivia said. ''What's this about?''
''Last night, Gideon found this on the welcome mat,'' the caretaker began, pulling out the note. ''It was a message, supposedly from Mr Basil, asking to meet him in the alleyway.''
''Message?'' Basil repeated, frowning and taking the piece of paper. ''I never left him any message.''
''I can vouch for that,'' Mrs Judson piped up. ''Mr Basil and Miss Olivia have been here all night.''
''That's what I thought,'' Paul said, nodding. ''I suspected it was foul play. I tried to stop Gideon from going, but you know how he is when it comes to you, Mr Basil.''
Basil and Olivia looked at the note. ''This handwriting,'' Olivia said in horror, looking at Basil.
The detective walked over to a drawer and pulled out another piece of paper and held it against Gideon's message in comparison. The couple looked at each other with dread. ''This is the Viper's handwriting,'' Basil confirmed.
''The Viper?'' Paul gasped, and Mrs Judson patted his shoulder in comfort.
Olivia looked at the caretaker sympathetically. ''I'm sorry, Paul, but I'm afraid there's a good chance that Gideon may have bit the dust.''
''I was afraid of that,'' Paul said gravely, closing his eyes. ''It makes sense.''
''We can't jump to conclusions without evidence, though,'' Basil protested, lighting up his pipe. ''We will need go back to Regent's Park and see if we can find anyone who may have witnessed this. If anything has happened to Gideon, it means my plan is now fruitless,'' he added, his voice containing a hint of frustration.
Olivia nodded and she and Basil got dressed into their usual attire. Olivia rang Helen and told her to meet them at Regent's Park. ''Let's get going, Paul,'' said the detective.
Suddenly, there was another knock and Basil opened the door to see a mouse in about his late fifties, only a few years younger than Vera. He had brown fur, glasses that made him look intelligent, and was dressed in a detective outfit similar to Basil's.
''Inspector Newton! I haven't seen you in a while.''
''May I come in, William?'' the inspector asked, speaking in a slow voice that had such reassurance, as though you couldn't help but trust him. ''I need to speak with you.''
Basil moved aside and the older mouse stepped into the parlour. ''Hello, Mrs Judson, good to see you're doing well. Ah,'' Inspector Newton added, smiling at Olivia. ''Olivia Flaversham, long time no see. Hard to believe the last time I saw you, you were only about so big. I heard you had returned.''
''It's nice to see you after so long, Inspector Newton. Father and I are doing fine. I've been studying at Mousefield College for over two years now.''
''Impressive. I always knew you would grow up to smart.''
''Thank you. So, what did you want to talk to us about?''
Inspector Newton resumed his seriousness. ''In the early hours of this morning, three sailors were out on the Thames and they fished out the bodies of two men. They both had dolls of the Viper in their pockets, and since you're working on that monster's case, I figured I had better come to you, William.''
The inspector pulled out two small dolls of the Viper from his pockets. They were not dripping, but they still looked wet. ''Traces of chloroform were smelt on both victims,'' he added.
Basil, Olivia, Paul and Mrs Judson looked at one another. ''Do you have their bodies in the mortuary?'' Basil asked, taking the dolls. ''I have reason to believe we know who one of them might be.''
''That's another reason I came here, William,'' said Inspector Newton. ''Follow me.''
Basil, Olivia and Paul left 221½ Baker Street, Mrs Judson assuring her mistress she would ring Helen to inform her of the latest development. ''Tell her to meet us at the mortuary,'' said Olivia. ''She doesn't live far from there.''
The four mice caught the trolley that would take the m to the local mortuary. The sky was now filled with clouds, as though it was keeping up with the ominous turn of events. In no time at all, the had arrived at their destination and were greeted by Helen. ''I haven't been standing here for long, thank goodness,'' she said, looking at the building as though it was a very irksome fly. ''For once, living near here has come in handy.''
The group entered the gloomy building and Inspector Newton led them to where the two corpses lay. The second the sheet was lifted to reveal the first individual's face, Paul crumpled. There, lying in the casket, was a familiar blonde-haired, grumpy-looking mouse, his eyes closed as though he could be asleep.
''Gideon,'' the caretaker sobbed, tears sliding down his cheeks. ''I found him annoying most of the time, but I never wanted this to happen.''
''None of us did,'' Olivia said, handing him a handkerchief, and Helen hugged him.
Paul blew his nose. ''Oh, how am I going to tell his mother?''
Olivia stared at Gideon's body as she pictured Vera's reaction. First, she had lost her beloved husband, now she had lost one of her sons. Yes, he was ill-tempered and selfish, but it didn't change the fact that he was someone's child. She had just been starting to recover from Victor Sr.'s loss, what if this caused her to regress?
''Vera …'' she murmured.
Basil did a thorough inspection of Gideon's body and saw he had had sustained a catastrophic slash that had been used by a dagger. ''You're right about the chloroform,'' he said to Inspector Newton, sniffing.
The group then informed Inspector Newton everything they knew about Gideon, from his one-sided feud with Basil at UoM to Paul caring for him due to his bad temper. ''Given the circumstances, I agree it would be best if you and your friends tell his family, William.''
''Thank you, Inspector Newton,'' Basil and Olivia said in gratitude.
''But who is the second of the Viper's victims?'' Helen asked, pointing at the second casket, where the body was still under a sheet.
''You might not know them,'' Inspector Newton pointed out.
''Even so,'' Basil said, ''we would like to have a look, if you please.''
The sheet was removed to reveal a short mouse wearing stained top and loose-fitting trousers. ''Smithy!'' Basil exclaimed in surprise.
''You know him?'' Helen said.
''He was in the Viper's employment, though he wasn't seen with him as much as the others. He was actually present that night at the orphanage.''
''A part-time lacky?'' Olivia said.
Basil examined Smithy corpse and found he had inflicted the exact same slash as Gideon.
''But why would the Viper kill Gideon and one of his own henchmen?'' Paul asked slowly.
Basil frowned deeply and pulled out one of the dolls from his pocket, a sign to indicate he was thinking hard. ''I am presuming that Smithy did or said something the Viper did not appreciate. As for Gideon, I know exactly why he was slaughtered: to stay one step ahead of us. The Viper learned we had uncovered their attempt to frame Gideon. With this, combined with the fact that Gideon was a witness to the Viper's true identity since that villain gave him a gold holder, our snake friend knew if I interrogated Gideon their whole dastardly scheme would be over, so they lured him to the alleyway with the note and killed him.''
Paul sobbed again.
''But how did he know we were onto his Gideon scheme?'' Helen asked in puzzlement.
Basil tensed up, as he had just been told very disturbing news. ''He must've had a spy watching us. It is the only explanation. This spy had heard us saying we had uncovered the Viper's attempt to frame Gideon and told their boss.''
Olivia could see Basil was about to burst so she ushered him outside into the cloudy atmosphere. ''William?'' she asked, gingerly placing a hand on his shoulder.
Basil took off his deerstalker cap and was about let a muffled scream into it when Olivia snatched it away. ''Don't even think about it, William,'' she said, very sternly. ''Remember what we said last night, about trying to ease your outbursts?''
Basil inhaled deeply and calmed down, giving his girlfriend a small smile. ''You're right. I stand by what I said: having you near helps me control my meltdowns a lot better.''
Olivia placed her hands on his cheeks, indicating him to talk about how he was feeling in a more composed manner. ''It's just, how could I not have sensed the spy, Livy? I mean, yes, this has happened on a few cases before, but I thought they were only minor errors since I was able to sense the Viper's presence at the party without any problems. I can't help but feel responsible for Gideon's death; if I had detected the spy last night, Gideon would still be alive, we would now have the Viper and Vera would not have lost someone else.''
He buried his face in his hands.
''It's easy to feel that way, but it will be no good dwelling on it. It's too late to change what's happened, but we can do something going forward. You can be more vigilant of the spy from now on. I'm very sad for Vera, but we'll do our best comfort her and her family, although given that Gideon wasn't that popular, I think the reaction will be a mixed baggage. The Viper may have won another round, but it's not over yet. We will have to come up with a new plan.''
With Olivia's words of wisdom at hand, Basil straightened up, as though he had a layer of invisible armour under his Inverness cape, and the sun abruptly shined down on him. The two lovebirds smiled at each other; no words were needed.
Basil of Baker Street stood outside the door of the Richmond manor, grimacing as he mentally prepared himself. Olivia, Helen and Paul all stood behind him in encouragement. Taking a deep breath, the detective took the plunge and knocked on the door.
The door opened to reveal a familiar rat woman with curly black hair. Once again, she was wearing heavy make-up all over her face that obscured most of her fur. She was wearing a long-sleeved red dress and purple gloves. The dress was loose and free.
''Mrs Radcliffe!'' Basil said. ''This is an unexpected surprise.''
''So nice to see you again, Mr Basil,'' the clothes designer said in her usual upper-class voice, bowing. ''Come in.''
''I gather you're feeling a lot better,'' Olivia said to Regina as the group stepped inside the mansion.
''Oh, you heard? Yes, Charlie's soup perked me up in no time. For someone who knows nothing about culinary, he did a marvellous job. Then again, Elsie was the same.'' She sighed in annoyance. ''Those migraines are such a nuisance.''
''What are you doing here, if you don't mind me asking?'' Basil said, looking down at her prosthetic tail.
''I know it's a Saturday, but I really wanted to go to my shop in Oxford and do some catch-up work,'' Regina began, pulling a key out of her pocket with her right hand. ''But Charlie told me about how the Richmond family gave him the food that helped rid of my migraine so I wanted to personally thank them first. I've got all day to get some work done so there's no rush.''
''That's very commendable of you, willing to work on a weekend,'' Helen remarked, and Regina modestly thank her.
''Are you not hot, Mrs Radcliffe?'' Paul piped up in concern. ''You could do with taking those gloves off.''
''Paul, I didn't see you! I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine. Besides, it's not very warm in here,'' she added, shivering slightly.
''That's true,'' Olivia said, rubbing her arms. ''It feels like a fridge.''
''Victor said the boiler broke this morning but he should get it fixed soon.''
So Victor is here, Basil thought, and looked at Regina. ''Mrs Radcliffe, forgive me for asking, but after what happened at the party have you received any threats from the Viper?''
Regina's face lost its colour. ''I have, actually,'' she said in a small, scared voice, and pulled out a piece of paper. ''We received this the other night.''
Basil took it and read it; the handwriting unmistakable.
Mrs Radcliffe
Soon you and your nephew will meet your famous uncle Ronald. Shame, but I want to finish the very first crime I committed.
The Viper
''I knew I should never have refused the king's offering of guards patrolling our house, but I was naïve. I'll have to talk to him later after work.''
A squeal was suddenly heard. The group looked to see Juliet and Marianne at the top of the stairs, along with their father, Victor. Marianne was looking especially ecstatic. ''Oh, my gosh! Mr Basil and Miss Olivia are back!''
The teenager raced down the stairs as though she had super-speed and pulled the couple into a big-bear hugs. ''I didn't expect to see you again so soon!''
''Neither did we say, Marianne,'' said Olivia.
''Nevertheless, it is nice to see you again, too, Miss Richmond,'' Basil said, and pocketed Regina's note.
''Marianne, you're always so lively,'' Regina laughed.
''Calm yourself, sis,'' Juliet advised, approaching them. ''It's good to see you all again.''
''Hello, Mr Basil,'' Victor said, placing his arms around his children. ''My daughters told me you'd dropped by for a visit yesterday. Thank you for being so kind to Juliet, and Marianne would not stop talking about you.''
Marianne giggled. ''Father!''
''My utmost apologies I wasn't here. I had a few errands to run, and they kept me busy all day.''
''Don't worry about it, Victor,'' Basil said, glancing sideways at Helen, who was staring at Victor. ''I'm just glad you're here today.''
''How can we be of assistance this time?'' Juliet asked. ''Is it Uncle Gideon still?''
Basil, Olivia and Helen looked at one another in hesitation.
''It is, isn't it?'' Victor sighed, as though he wasn't surprised. ''What's my brother done now?''
Very clever and callous, Helen thought. Feigning ignorance.
''Could you please gather the rest of the family into the living room?'' Basil asked, translating for Juliet. ''Vera, especially.''
Victor and his daughters understood and immediately went upstairs.
''Is it really bad?'' Regina asked.
''I'm afraid so,'' Helen said grimly, and Paul swallowed.
''Aunt Regina, what's going on?''
Everyone turned around to see Charlie exiting the living room. His face lit up. ''Darling Olivia! This seems to be happening a lot recently, doesn't it? Everywhere I go, I bump into you. Perhaps it's fate?''
Basil scowled, rolling his eyes but before he could speak, Olivia held up her hand to indicate she would handle this. ''Charlie, I don't mean to be rude, but as I have told you before, William and I –''
''I know, you two are a couple now,'' Charlie said swallowing, clearly struggling to say those words. ''Sorry, I keep forgetting.''
Basil gritted his teeth.
Regina could sense the tension rise so she quickly said, ''Don't worry, Mr Basil, I will make sure he remembers better in future. Remember what we talked about, Charlie?''
''You're right, sorry, Aunt Regina,'' the young man said meekly, and Regina ruffled his head. ''I would never want my idol angry with me.''
Within minutes, the whole family were sat down on chairs and sofas in the living room, all wrapped in blankets to keep them warm: Victor, Priscilla, Juliet, Marianne, Emmett, Victoria, a tall thin mouse wearing a butler's suit that was presumably Hank, Samuel and Vera, who everyone was amazed but delighted to see wearing a dark navy-blue dress instead of her wedding gown.
''You were such a massive help yesterday, my dear,'' she said to Olivia, hugging her.
Olivia did her best to smile, dreading how to tell her the news.
''What is HE doing back here?'' Samuel growled, pointing his cane at Basil. ''After he stuck his nose in MY privacy yesterday and –''
''I will not put up with your antics today, Grandfather!'' Victor scolded. ''Mr Basil and his friends have something important to tell us.''
Samuel folded his arms and snorted, huffing in his chair.
''Well,'' Basil began, coughing, looking at the family. His group, along with Regina, Charlie and Paul, were standing in front of the fireplace, facing the Richmonds. ''Everyone, I know none of you liked Gideon very much, but the news we have for you is still bad. Firstly, Paul here arrived on our doorstep this morning, concerned for Gideon, who went out last night and did not come back.''
''Probably just got lost,'' Samuel sneered.
''Inspector Newton then arrived and told us that two bodies had been fished out of the Thames just hours before,'' Olivia continued, ''and we identified them. One of them –'' She swallowed and looked at Vera with a heavy heart ''– was Gideon. I'm so, so sorry.''
There as a long pause.
''Uncle Gideon is dead?'' Marianne asked, breaking the silence.
''I'm afraid so,'' Helen said, doing her best not to look at Victor.
The responses were mixed, just as Olivia had predicted. Victor and Emmett closed their eyes, but their faces displayed not much emotion. Priscilla and Juliet, who had had everything translated by her mother, clasped their hands over their mouths. Marianne was looking as though she was torn in two, Samuel sat where he was stone-hearted, clearly not moved in the slightest. Vera was very quiet and white as a sheet, before she abruptly stood up for her chair and walked as fast as she could out the room.
''Mother!'' Victor and Emmett called.
''I'll see to her,'' Olivia volunteered, and Helen and Marianne followed her.
''Victoria, Hank, could you please brew a big urn of tea for everyone?'' Victor asked his housekeeper and butler. ''I have a feeling we all need it ...''
Vera stood by the window at the end of the hallway, collecting her thoughts, brushing a tear out of her eye. This was so strange. Gideon was her child, her second-born son, she had just been told of his death and had tears in her eyes, so wasn't she feeling very upset? Why was there a sense of guilt? Why didn't it feel as though her heart was bursting from her chest in agony, just as it did when her beloved husband and soulmate, Victor Senior, had passed on? The widow knew why: because Gideon had never been much of a son. Yes, it was wrong to feel that way about her child, but if Gideon hadn't had such a nasty and bad-tempered personality, acting like a conceited brat and belittling everyone but Samuel, she and Victor would never have had to disown him and relocate him to Regent's Park in the first place.
Vera remembered Gideon's childhood. Yes, he had always been rather grizzly, but he hadn't been so bad as a boy. After all, he had looked up to his older brother and, despite hating her hand-knitted clothes, he had still worn them just to please her. So what had happened to Gideon? Samuel had happened, that's what, she thought angrily. She had always hated her father-in-law; he was surly and miserable old grouch who cared for no-one but Marianne Ratigan. But as Gideon had grown into his teens, he had inexplicably begun to spend more time with his grandfather, and in doing so, his irritable personality had been twisted until he adopted the same unfeeling and selfish attitude. The moment that happened, her son had disappeared. He had become a mini-Samuel, a real Scrooge. It was a though a piece of her heart had been ripped from her. Gideon's behaviour got more unruly and even violent after his attempt to harm Mr Basil University of Mouseford. Not that she blamed the detective in the slightest.
Despite everything, however, Vera had never stopped being concerned for her son. She had clung to the mad, desperate hope that, somehow, with Paul looking after him, Gideon would become more kinder and considerate. This was fuelled by the fact that she herself had been the only member of the family apart from Samuel for whom Gideon had any respect. But the worse he got, the more that hope slipped away, like a piece of thread coming undone.
So in all, Vera had mixed feelings about her son's fate. Sad, yet at the same time not sad. She suspected that was how everyone was feeling (apart from Samuel).
''Mrs Richmond?''
The widow turned around to see Olivia, Helen and Marianne standing there, all looking concerned. ''Hello, dears,'' she said, sniffing. ''I was just …''
''It's okay,'' Olivia said. ''Why don't we get you comfy in your room and we'll talk?''
The older woman obliged. The three girls sat Vera on her bed, Olivia and Marianne on either side of her. Victoria arrived with a tray of four tea cups for them. They thanked the housekeeper.
''Marianne,'' Vera said, addressing her granddaughter, ''I know he was my son, your uncle, but I feel guilty.''
''What do you mean, Grandma?''
Vera told the girls about everything she had just been thinking about.
''Don't worry, Grandma,'' Marianne said, rubbing her back. ''I feel the same. I expect we all do. I hate to say this, but I often said to myself I wished that Uncle Gideon was dead and that I would celebrate, but never actually meant it. It has now happened and I feel sad, yet at the same time a part of me still wants to cheer. Know what I mean?''
She thought her grandma might be mad at that last part, but Vera took her hand and squeezed it. Grandmother and granddaughter sipped their tea.
''Marianne's right,'' Olivia said. ''You think you know how you will feel and react to something, but when it actually happens it's different from what you anticipated. Emotions are more complicated than you think.''
''As usual, your words strike a chord, Miss Olivia,'' Vera said, smiling for the first time. ''How did he die, by the way?''
''I'm afraid it was the Viper, Mrs Richmond,'' Helen answered. ''Gideon had information that could identify him.''
''The Viper …''
Helen stared at the widow. She was absolutely convinced of her suspicions but knew she could not say that to Vera, at least not just yet.
''At least I still have Victor and Emmett, and my charming granddaughters.''
Marianne giggled. ''Miss Olivia, Miss Helen, you two can go and see how the others are doing. I will stay with Grandma.''
Olivia and Helen left the room. The moment the door closed, they heard Vera sobbing.
''The poor thing,'' Helen said compassionately.
''The Viper killed Gideon to keep his identity secret?'' Emmett said in disbelief.
''That villain!'' Charlie scowled, shaking a fist. ''If I see him, I'll give him a piece of my mind!''
''Charlie!'' Regina gasped. ''I don't want you anywhere near him! He's dangerous! He murdered Gideon and one of his own henchmen and threw them in the river like rubbish. I don't want the same to happen to you.''
''Mrs Radcliffe is right,'' Basil agreed. ''If anyone's going to apprehend him, it will be me and my team.''
''Do you have any leads, Mr Basil?'' Victor asked.
Basil smiled, knowing how to make it ambiguous. ''Well … it's complicated. My initial plan is futile now that Gideon is gone, but I'm not giving up.''
''I hope you catch him soon, before he hurts anyone else,'' Juliet said, looking worried.
Olivia and Helen had appeared by then and heard Juliet's comment. ''Don't worry, Juliet, we intend to catch him,'' Olivia said, using sign language.
''How is Mother, Olivia?'' Emmett said worriedly.
''She's holding up. Marianne's looking after her.''
Helen informed the rest of the family how Vera was feeling.
Victor nodded solemnly. ''That's exactly how I feel. I do feel rather relieved that Gideon is no longer around, his attitude was too much, yet at the same time I am also what shocked and saddened, and I never wished him dead.''
''After all, he was still our brother,'' Emmett added.
The rest of the family agreed with the brothers' sentiment. While Victor and Emmett were comforting each other, Helen was staring at Victor and, unknown to her, Juliet noticed.
After everyone had their drinks and had recovered from the news, Victor went to the deserted kitchen to make a phone call to discuss Gideon's funeral. Needing to relief himself, Basil, doing his best not to appear embarrassed, rushed off to the bathroom. After he was done, Basil walked past the kitchen door and heard Victor's voice. The detective noticed the door was slightly ajar and peeked through it, squinting carefully as though hoping to see something really microscopic. Victor was indeed on the phone, looking very distressed.
''No, I still haven't told my family. I appreciate the help last night, but it has to stop, I have decided. Priscilla is getting suspicious and it's too much. Yes, I'm loaded but still … What about the king?''
Basil frowned deeply at the man. He was certainly not talking about Gideon's funeral as he had said. So what was he talking about?
The detective was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. He turned around and found himself face-to-face with Hank, who was looking fierce. He had an intimidating presence, but Basil was not fazed as he had met so many characters like Hank before. Hank gestured they take a walk outside and they went into the garden.
''I've always thought this, Mr Basil, but seeing it in person confirms it: detectives are too nosy,'' the butler said, speaking in a gravelly voice. ''I hate nosy rodents.''
''Pardon me, Hank,'' Bail said, keeping his calm position, ''but I am merely doing my job. Mrs Richmond has voiced concerns about her husband's behaviour –''
''I will not let any outsider interfere in Richmond family affairs,'' Hank said firmly, getting right in Basil's face. ''Whatever Master Victor is up to, it's his business and he will tell Mistress Priscilla when he is ready.''
''Hank!''
The pair looked around and saw Priscilla. ''Look, Hank, I know you just want to protect our family, but leave Mr Basil alone. He has done nothing wrong.''
Hank bowed. ''I only want to spare everyone as much stress as I can, Mistress Priscilla. The family has endured a lot of that recently. I promise you that Master Victor is not to anything horrendous.''
Priscilla nodded stiffly. ''I'm sure he isn't. Now, please leave.''
Hank bowed to her again and went back indoors, glaring at Basil.
''I'm sorry about Hank, Mr Basil. He has been very protective of our family ever since my father-in-law died.''
''It's quite alright, Mrs Richmond.''
''I know what Hank just said but I don't believe him.''
''I could tell. When did Victor and Hank return, by the way?''
''Late last night, actually. I outright asked him where he had been, and he said they had spent the night at his friend John Campbell's. I didn't believe him so I rung John and he claimed it was true, but that it wasn't his place to tell me why. I pursued some more but Victor still refused to tell me. We had big argument, woke the girls up.''
The detective informed Priscilla what he had heard Victor saying on the phone.
Priscilla started crying and pulled out a lace hanky. ''More lies. Just what is going on?! I can't shake my suspicions he is having an affair and Hank and John are covering for him!''
Basil felt a twinge as he thought about one his ideas. He was sure the other theory was correct but he needed to find evidence. ''Based on what I heard, I now have two ideas of what he is doing, but I will need to look around some more, if that's alright with you.''
''Do what you have to do, Mr Basil. Your reputation is immense, if anyone can uncover the truth behind my husband secretive behaviour, it's you. Just be careful of Hank.''
Basil nodded and headed upstairs.
Meanwhile, Charlie and Emmett approached Olivia. ''Hello, boys,'' the young woman said, sensing the awkward atmosphere surrounding them.
''Hello,'' Charlie and Emmett said simultaneously.
''So, how are you, Olivia?'' Emmet asked, looking nervous
''Fine,'' the young woman answered, as if they were merely discussing the weather.
''Olivia,'' Emmett said, swallowing, ''about yesterday, I want to apologise. I never meant any harm and I hope you can forgive me.''
''I forgive you, and I won't report it to Scotland Yard, mainly for your mother's sake, as long as you promise not to do it again. If you so, I'm afraid William won't hold back.''
''That's right,'' Charlie agreed. ''Mr Basil is very protective of Olivia, so I wouldn't expect anything less from him. So you saw that book then?'' the young man added, sighing at Emmet in slight annoyance. ''You're my friend, Emmett, but I don't approve of using stalker-like methods on darling Olivia. However, I can see that you are truly sorry, and Olivia forgives you therefore so do I.''
''Thank you, guys. That's a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. In fact, I'm thinking about throwing away my camera.''
For a moment, Oliva thought she saw what looked like a hungry gleam in Charlie's eyes but then it vanished when the boy rubbed his shoulders. ''It really is cold in here.''
''Yeah, but we should get it repaired tomorrow,'' Emmett said. ''I'm sorry it's so cold. It's odd, though. The boiler seemed to be working fine until this morning.''
Olivia told the boys she wanted to go outside and get some fresh air and bid the farewell.
The young woman went into the garden, enjoying the fresh air. The clouds had disappeared and replaced with the sun, that was shining, but it was rather nippy, just like inside.
''I guess you had the same idea?''
Olivia looked to her side and saw Regina. ''The fresh air is so relaxing, don't you think?'' Regina was holding a lit black cigarette holder. ''Although, it's not much warmer out in here as it is in there, so it doesn't really matter, does it?'' she chuckled.
Olivia stared at her. ''Mrs Radcliffe, I didn't know you smoked?'' she said slowly. ''You never struck me as the type.''
''Yes,'' Regina sighed, looking guilty. ''It's a bad habit of mine, I'm afraid. Charlie hates the smell of smoke so I try not to do it in front of him.''
''Did Tim smoke?''
Regina's face grew silent and sad at the mention of her late husband and inhaled on her cigarette sharply. ''Sometimes, so I guess you could say I smoke for both of us.''
''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. You must miss him very much.''
''No, it's fine. You're right, I do miss him, every day. Most days, I half-expect him to walk into the shop, even though he hated being out in public.'' She sighed deeply. ''Sometimes I wish I could go back in time to before the accident and stop it from ever happening in the first place.''
''I don't doubt that,'' Olivia said, feeling a twinge in her stomach and looking at the clothes designer with empathy. It was as though she was hearing herself talk, as Olivia would be feeling exactly the same way if she lost Basil.
''You know, you and I are alike, Olivia,'' Regina added in admiration. ''Both madly in love with our respective partners and would do anything for them, women who don't follow the traditional boundaries, want to make a difference in a male-dominated world. Look at me: I've made a name for myself with my work and everyone respects and admires me, and my children's clothes are in such popular demand. If I can do it, so can you.''
Olivia nodded. ''I'm determined to, Mrs Radcliffe.''
The two women stared at each other.
''Livy?''
Olivia and Regina wheeled around to see Basil standing there. ''Hello, William,'' Olivia said, happy to see her love, who was not looking happy. ''What happened?''
''I'll tell you later,'' he whispered. ''Mrs Radcliffe! You smoke?''
Regina chuckled. ''The surprised reactions never cease.''
''I'm glad you're here actually,'' Basil said, smiling, ''because I wanted to ask you about something.''
''Ask away.''
''Why did you lie about having never met your cousin Ruby?''
Regina's smile vanished. ''What do you mean?''
''Well, I presume you knew about Ratigan and Ruby's relationship, right? All of Mousedom knew. You said you and Tim managed to avoid Ratigan's rage when he murdered those boys who belittled him. That puts you and Ruby at MCU at the same time and I find it hard to believe you were ignorant to Ruby's presence, her and my uncle's illicit romance was particularly infamous amongst the university.''
Regina swallowed, looking as though she was ashamed. ''You've got me there,'' she said weakly. ''Yes, I did meet my cousin just once. I'd heard she was there so, naturally, I wanted to talk to her. Only I regretted it. After hearing so many wonderful things about Uncle Ronald's work, I was incredulous Ruby was such a snobby brat. She criticised me and my family and bragged how intelligent she was, as if it made her superior.'' She shuddered. ''Ruby told me to get lost and said: 'Is it any wonder our fathers didn't get along?' After that, I never approached her again. I know I should've told you before, but I wanted to forget it.''
''As I thought,'' Basil said, nodding and putting his hands behind his back. ''I understand. The feeling is mutual. Ruby was so unpleasant when my family met her. My apologies for bringing up the subject, but I noticed the flaw in your story and just wanted to clarify it.''
''Perceptive as ever, Mr Basil. That's why you're the detective. You, too, Miss Flaversham.''
''Come, Livy,'' Basil said, ''let's collect Helen and head home. We need to ponder our next move now that Gideon is deceased.''
''Good luck, Mrs Basil. I hope you catch the Viper soon. I'm scared now that he sent that note.''
''Don't worry, Mrs Radcliffe, I promise we will. By the way, do you mind if we take the note?''
''Be my guest.''
After assembling in the parlour, the trio bid farewell to the Richmond family once again.
''Come back soon,'' Marianne said, hugging her two heroes.
''Please do,'' Vera added, taking Olivia's hands. ''You are welcome here anytime.''
Olivia offered to go to Gideon's funeral to provide moral support. Basil smiled and said he would do whatever he could to help Olivia with the support.
''I would appreciate that very much, my dears.''
With one last apologetic look to Priscilla, Basil said one last goodbye and led the girls out for the mansion. They hopped on the trolley and were back at Baker Street in no time. The sun had gone in again and clouds reused once more. It really was as if the weather was keeping up with eeriness of the day.
Mrs Judson had been doing some dusting when the trio had entered the door. ''Goodness me, you were a long time!''
Helen looked at the clock. ''It's past one o'clock, already?''
''Time flies when you're having fun, Helen,'' Basil said with a chuckle. ''We were at the mortuary and Richmond mansion a good long while.''
''I assume you told them about Gideon?'' the housekeeper said.
They confirmed they did and Basil and Olivia removed their coats and put on their robe and tartan shawl.
''I'm going to call Dawson and Pauline,'' Olivia said. ''Clara needs to know about Gideon. However nasty he was, he was still Martha's biological father.''
The young woman was about to walk over to the phone when Mrs Judson stopped her and volunteered to ring them herself, saying they needed to discuss the Viper case. ''The sooner you can figure out who he is, the faster he can be caught,'' she said, ''and he can hurt no-one else.''
Olivia understood and let her faithful housekeeper carry out her duty. ''So, William,'' the young woman said, hands on her hips, ''why were you looking unhappy when you appeared in the garden?''
Basil sighed in great annoyance. ''I didn't manage to find any evidence of my theory about Victor, thanks to their butler Hank. I understand he is just protective of the family but – Sherlock Holmes! – every time I attempted to enter a door he was already there, blocking the entrance, out of nowhere. It was as if he had some sort of super speed power, but of course that's not possible. Apart from Ratigan and the Viper, I have never known anyone who can anticipate my every move like that.''
''So we still have nothing against Victor?'' Helen asked in disappointment.
Basil shook his head before his face lit up. ''However,'' he said, grinning, ''I do have some good news: I might not have been able to sense the spy last night, but I was able to detect the presence of our slithery serpent at the mansion.''
''He was there?'' Helen repeated, eyes widening.
''Elementary, my dear Helen. The instant we stepped into that house, the Viper's presence reeked all over the place.''
''And you never sensed it yesterday,'' Olivia said slowly, ''because our culprit wasn't there yesterday.''
''That means the likelihood of our new prime suspect has just increased,'' Helen said triumphantly.
''Yes, it has,'' Olivia said, looking upstairs where the paper of her theory was tucked away in one of her books.
''So what can we do now?''
Basil lit up his pipe. ''For now, we can't investigate further. I just need to think long and hard about something first, something that's been nagging me recently. Before I do, I think it's time I told you story of how I crossed paths with the Viper in the first place.''
''I've been waiting to hear it ever since you first told me about it,'' Olivia said curiously.
''It was something about an orphanage, wasn't it?'' Helen asked.
''Indeed, it was. As you know, it was about a year after my feud with Uncle Ratigan was ignited…''
It was a raw night in late February 1893. The detective William Basil was on his way to the local orphanage not far from Baker Street, racing as fast as he could, as if he was being chased. He had just received a tip-off from a mouse that he had seen some disturbing activities at the local orphanage run by his friend, widow Mrs Coleman, and Basil was certain it was his deranged uncle, the nefarious Professor Ratigan. This could be his chance to finally throw that fiend behind bars and avenge his family. ''Father, I won't fail you,'' he said out loud.
It had been just over a year since Basil's family had been destroyed by that monstrous rat who had betrayed his own family. His father and aunt had been killed, and his sister had had her innocence taken by the monstrous rat. Roger and Beatrice along with Roger's girlfriend Amanda moved to Wales to rebuild their lives, while Basil had become depressed and obsessed with capturing Ratigan to get justice for his family, and to finish his father's work. Roger had sent his twin many letters but Basil never replied to them. He was determined to keep his vow of being a workaholic reclusive who would never get attached to anyone.
Basil stopped thinking about that night when he arrived outside the orphanage. ''Mrs Coleman's Orphanage'', the arch said. Basil stared at the building, and sensed an eerie atmosphere surrounding it. The detective went into action, sneaking his way to the back of the building by doing flips and eccentric movements. Blinking in disbelief, it was as though he was dreaming. There was a long piece of rope leading up to one of the top windows. Though suspicious it was too easy, Basil climbed the rope swiftly and silently. Did Ratigan have a dim-witted lacky here?
When he reached the top, the detective jumped into the room and looked around. The beds had the sheets pulled open. The children were nowhere to be seen. Where were they, and what was Ratigan going to do to them?
I know exactly what that sick monster is going to do, Basil thought in disgust. An image of his sweet sister smiling entered his mind, her glow so beautiful. Basil narrowed his eyes, determined to stop his uncle carrying out his depraved crime. Sniffing the air, he smelt that the room reeked of chloroform.
Chloroform? Ratigan never uses chloroform, it's not his style … Could it be…?
Basil hid behind the open door when he heard nearby voices.
''Please, don't hurt me!'' said the pleading voice of a young boy.
''Oh, shut up, you brat!'' snarled a voice that sent shivers down Basil's spine. ''There, he's now chloroformed. Is he the last one?''
''I'm fairly sure, Mr Viper. The rest are all chloroformed and placed in the cellar, and the old lady as well. Oh, and they are also tied up for good measure.''
''Good,'' chuckled the first voice.
There was no doubt – the chloroform, the deep, hissy, snake-like voice. This was the work of the Viper, the other most infamous criminal mastermind in all of London. The detective felt his heart sink, for would not be able to arrest Ratigan this time, but the image of Beatrice then formed in his mind once more and found his resolve. The Viper may not be the villain he was looking for, but it was still his job to catch criminals, especially ones who intended to harm children. Besides, Beatrice would never forgive him if he didn't.
''Now, Smithy, take him down to the cellar so he may join his fellow orphans. I just want doubly check we have not missed anyone. Then I will join you, Spike and Cliff and –'' the Viper slid a finger across his throat and started laughing. ''And when we are done with the runts and their caretaker, the Orphan Butcher Scheme will be complete.''
''That's it? That's easy enough. But what if they wake up?''
''They have been heavily sedated. Besides, we have plenty of chloroform, Spike and Cliff do, in case a brat in the cellar was to stir.'' The Viper waved his own bottle about. ''We have all night; the doors and windows are shut and the lights are out so we won't be caught.''
''You really a genius, Mr Viper, and just as dark as Ratigan,'' Smithy grinned.
The Viper bowed. ''Thank you. Now, off you go with the brat.''
Hearing the footsteps grow fainter, Basil peeked around the door as quietly as he could and saw the Viper head in one direction, his heart jumping as he saw infamous Viper in person. Smithy, a short mouse wearing a cloak like his boss, walked in the other direction, the unconscious boy in his arms. He had to put a stop to this dastardly scheme. Waiting until the Viper turned around a corner, Basil quickly closed the bedroom window and followed Smithy on tiptoes and watched from behind a corner as Smithy walked down the stairs where an enormous mouse was standing outside a door like a guard. The cellar. He could not barge down there; the guard would overpower him. The Viper would not act until the last child was in the cellar, so Basil came up with an idea. The detective had had a lot of practice disguising his voice, so he was sure he could pull off mimicking the Viper's voice. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he called, ''Smithy!'' and his voice was a fairly close imitation.
''Uh, yes, Mr Viper?'' Smithy asked, looking around, as did Spike.
''Take the boy back to his room.''
''Okay, take the boy back to – bu-but, Mr Viper –''
''You dare disobey my orders, Smithy?!''
''N-n-n-no.''
Basil grinned. Smithy had fallen for it. He pressed himself against the wall and watched Smithy walk back up the stairs and back in the direction he had walked from, his back facing Basil.
The Viper walked out of the last room, satisfied there was nothing else. The villain jumped in surprise when they heard a humming and saw Smithy walking toward them, the child still in his arms. ''What in the name of Moriarty –?''
''Hello, Mr Viper,'' Smithy said.
''And just what do you think you are doing, Smithy?'' the Viper asked cheerfully, his gloved hands on his hips. ''Have you become even more forgetful?''
''Nope. Just doing what you told me to, Mr Viper. Carrying out your orders.''
''My orders?''
''Yes, Mr Viper, didn't you just say to – ?''
The Viper whacked him hard around the head. ''What I said earlier is my order, you blithering idiot,'' he said calmly. ''Understand?''
''Yes, Mr Viper,'' Smithy said, shakily, and walked back to the stairs.
''The fool,'' Viper muttered, tsk-tsking, shaking their head.
Smithy walked back down the stairs again. ''Smithy, just exactly what do you think you are doing?''
From where the Viper was, the criminal mastermind heard the voice imitation and smirked. Ah, so they had an uninvited guest – and the Viper had an idea who it was.
''Taking him to the cellar like you said, Mr Viper.''
''I said nothing of the sort.''
''Bu-bu-bu-but, Mr Viper, you-you-you –'' Smithy spluttered in utter confusion.
''I hate repeating myself, but you are forcing my hand, Smithy. Now, take the boy back to his room. Understand?''
''Ye-yes, Mr Viper,'' Smithy said in a petrified tone.
''Oh, and one more thing,'' Basil added, ''ask Spike and Cliff to carry the rest of the brats back to their rooms, too, I've changed my plan for slaughtering them.''
The whole time Basil was talking, the Viper was creeping up from behind and pulled out a dagger, preparing to strike. Basil sensed the movement and dodged out of the way just as the dagger swung down on him.
''Well, well, if it isn't Basil of Baker Street. What brings you here?''
''Someone who is friends with Mrs Coleman saw a window open upstairs when it shouldn't have been so he suspected foul play. Smithy must've left it open.''
''That idiot, I shall have to have a word with him,'' the Viper said. ''Still, it's a surprise to see you … alive.''
''Give me one reason why I shouldn't rip you apart, Viper,'' Basil growled. ''Your days of committing depravity is over! I will see you hanged alongside Ratigan!''
The Viper laughed. ''Oh, you will, will you? I doubt that very highly. If you can't apprehend Ratigan, you can't catch me. The professor and I are too evenly matched. You know, Basil, you are very rude, more so than I thought. I heard your sister was a well, so it's no wonder Ratigan had to … make her less innocent.''
Basil felt his blood boiling, as though he was on fire. ''VIPER, YOU HAVE CROSSED A LINE!'' he roared, lunging at the villain, who moved aside and punched Basil's jaw before he could act, sending the detective flying. Basil chased the Viper down the stairs, where he was gathered with Spike and Smithy, the child at his feet on the floor. ''Viper, this ends here now!''
Basil was about to charge at the Viper when he felt himself being lifted in the air. He looked over his shoulder to see another huge muscular mouse also wearing a hooded cloak holding the detective in his clutches.
''Good work, Spike,'' the Viper clapped. ''Keep him there while I finish him off. Cliff, you and Smithy take that runt down there as planned. I will be with you in a moment.''
Basil saw the child on the ground and remembered Beatrice's frightened face the night Ratigan violated her. The rage built up inside the detective and, miraculously, broke free of Spike's grasp.
''Impossible!'' the Viper gasped. ''Get him, boys!''
Basil manoeuvred Spike, Cliff and Smithy's attempts and, as fast as a steam train, snatched up the child before the Viper could touch him.
''Not bad for a pipsqueak,'' the Viper said mockingly, approaching him. ''And you're right – this ends now.''
With the boy nestled under one arm, Basil reached for the candle on the table with the other and held it up in defence like a sword. The Viper held his dagger in his left hand, and then it happened. The candle connected with the Viper's left arm, and the villain screamed in agony, dropping the weapon. Smithy chucked a bucket of water over his boss's arm, putting out the fire, but the left arm was sizzling like steak.
''Curse you, Basil of Baker Street!'' the normally calm and collected Viper screamed, cradling his left arm. ''You will pay for this! Nobody makes a mockery of the Viper and gets away with it! Your father met a befitting fate, one that you will also meet! From this night on, Ratigan is no longer your only enemy!''
One for the twins scooped his master up and the small group left the building. Basil stared after them. He had never meant for that to happen to the Viper but he was not sorry. He deserved it.
''Mr Basil?'' The boy had woken up. ''What happened? Did you save me?''
''Yes,'' Basil said, assuming his scowling expression and placing the boy on the floor. They went down to the cellar and woke up the other orphans and the elderly Mrs Coleman.
''Bless, you Mr Basil,'' she said.
''Thank you!'' said several children, hugging Basil's leg.
Basil brushed them away. ''Yeah, whatever,'' he said gruffly.
When everyone was safe out of the cellar, Basil stared out of the window. ''You are right about one thing, Viper. It's not just Ratigan anymore. I will also see you behind bars if it's the last thing I do.''
Again, my utmost apologies for the longer-than-normal length of the chapter, but the various hints should make up or it.
It would've been so easy to have the Richmond family party over Gideon's death given his unpopularity and probably want to, but it's not that simple. As Olivia said, feelings and emotions are more complex than they seem, you think you know how you will feel/react to something, but when actually faced with it it's not how you anticipated. Lee Unkrich said that about Woody. In TS2, Woody had accepted that Andy would one day grow up and that he would be ready for it, but when that day came in TS3, his reaction was drastically different.
The truth about that night at the orphanage is now revealed. The whole scene of Basil tricking Smithy was inspired by the scene in Peter Pan where Peter tricks Smee in Skull Rock by using Hook's voice. A bit of The Lion King quotes was also thrown in. Basil may have now been the workaholic jerk he was at the start of the film, but he would still get fierce about cases that involved harming children because of Beatrice. Also, the Viper acted completely calm and collected even if met with incompetence from henchmen, yet in present day seems to act more of the opposite. If you're wondering why, you will find out later on.
As to how Inspector Newton knows Olivia, the backstory is that he met Hiram and Olivia at the palace when Queen Mousetoria honoured Basil and Dawson.
So Ruby and Ratigan had an age-gap, just like Basil and Olivia. I know, but it was common in that time period for women to court and marry older men. As Olivia said, her and Basil's is pure and real and healthy, while Ruby and Ratigan's was less so, given they were teacher and pupil and just conceited rats (yes, Ratigan, I said it) in general. That was an intentional contrast. Also, given Ratigan's personality he would be the type who prefers older and younger women. There is the fact that he did let everyone believe he was involved with Queen Mousetoria, who was older than him, even though it was merely part of his plan to seize the throne.
We are edging closer discovering Victor's secret, but just what is it?
As promised, we learn a bit about Fidget's back-story. Fidget is another character whose past I have always wondered about.
Time to answer some reviews:
MillenniumPrincess: Yes, Ratigan's plan for Olivia was depraved, but given how twisted he was in the film, it's not far-fetched to imagine it was how he planned to ''reward'' Hiram for the robot. Luckily, he never got the chance. The stone was originally going to be sapphire, but I realised turquoise would be a deeper emblematic of Basil and Olivia's union. Ah, so your theory on the Viper's identity is now in question. There will be a few more twists and turns so you will just have to wait and see how it turns out.
Next time, more hints about Fidget's past, and the turning point will commence as Basil will make a breakthrough.
See you soon!
