Author's Note: Hi, everyone!

Thank you so much for your patience, after posting the last chapter I wrote this chapter and the next two chapters after this one. Things have been busy with work, I'm now settled into my new place and even took time out to see the Barbie movie (which was quite good!). Also, I've been working on other stories.

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Chapter 3

On the way to Baker Street, Olivia explained to Dawson, Bernard, and Bianca what happened to her father and how she tried to locate Basil, but somehow got lost.

At last, the group found the address. Walking up to the door, Dawson knocks. Exchanging glances with one another, the door opens to reveal Mrs. Judson, Basil's housekeeper.

"Hello," said Bianca.

"Good evening, madam." Dawson greeted. "Is this the residence of Basil of Baker Street?"

"I'm afraid it is," Mrs. Judson replied. "He's not here now, but you're welcome to come in and wait."

"Oh, we don't want to impose." Dawson said.

"It's just the girl," He gestures to Olivia, but she's no longer standing with him, Bernard and Bianca.

"Where did she go?" Bernard asks, looking around.

"There she is," Bianca points towards Olivia, who is inside, sitting in Basil's chair and examining a magnifying glass.

"Oh, my!" Mrs. Judson exclaimed, shoving a stackful of items in Dawson's hands. She rushed over to Olivia, while Bernard and Bianca helped Dawson.

"You poor dear. You must be chilled to the bone." The housekeeper takes Olivia's hat and wrings it out.

"Oh, but I know just the thing." She also takes Olivia's scarf.

"Let me fetch you a pot of tea and some of my fresh cheese crumpets." Mrs. Judson heads to the kitchen and shut the door behind her.

Olivia takes the time to survey the room. She sees various books, scientific objects, and inventions. Olivia is amazed, for she never seen anything quite like it.

Suddenly, there's laughter coming from outside.

"The villain might've slipped this time, but I still have him!" A voice declared, as the door swings open and thunder clashed.

Standing in the doorway is a portly white Chinese mouse, dressed in a red robe. He held up a gun high in the air, which frightens Dawson, Bernard and Bianca.

"Out of my way! Out of my way!" The mystery mouse shouts, rushing in. He runs past them, snatching his hat off.

"I say…" Dawson began to say. The hat lands on his head. He pulls it off.

"Who are you?" Dawson demanded.

"And who do you think you are?" Bernard added angrily.

The mystery guest stopped in his tracks.

"What? Who?" He pulls off the mask, revealing himself to be none other than Basil of Baker Street, the great mouse detective.

"Basil of Baker Street, my good fellows."

Bernard and Dawson looked surprised, while Bianca looked amazed.

Basil deflates his disguise.

Seeing the famous detective in the flesh, Olivia is delighted and thrilled.

"Mr. Basil, I need your help." She began to say. "And…"

"All in good time," Basil interrupts, putting on a dressing gown. He tossed a dart on the board.

"But, but, you don't understand. I'm in terrible trouble." Olivia insisted.

"If you'll excuse me." Basil walks by, ignoring the youngster. He goes to and from, around the house.

Olivia tries to get Basil's attention and then is deflated.

"Well, gee. That was very rude." Bernard scoffed.

"Indeed," Bianca added, frowning.

Dawson couldn't help but agree with the two New Yorkers.

"Now, see here. This young lady needs assistance." He chided Basil. "I think you ought to listen…"

"Hold this please, doctor." Basil cuts him off, handing the weapon to Dawson; who takes it.

Seeing the gun, Dawson acts careful. Basil takes the gun away.

"Now, wait just a moment." Dawson said. "How did you know I was a doctor?"

"A surgeon, to be exact." Basil interjects, loading a bullet into the gun. "Just returned from military duty in Afghanistan. Am I right?"

"Uh, yes." Dawson answered, impressed with Basil's intelligence.

"Agent David Q. Dawson. Now, how could you possibly…"

"Quite simple really," said Basil. "You've sewn your torn cuff together with a Lambert stitch, which of course only a surgeon uses." He held up the sleeve of Dawson's jacket.

"And the thread is a unique form of cat gut easily distinguished by its peculiar pungency." Basil continued, saying the last sentence to Olivia in a discreet manner.

Olivia wears a confused expression.

"Found only in the Afghan provinces," Basil gathers up some pillows and tossed them in Dawson's direction.

He takes notice of Bianca and Bernard.

"And you two are not from here, are you?"

"No, we're not." Bernard answered.

"You're both from the United States, more specifically New York City. You're also members of the Rescue Aid Society." Basil said.

"Yes, that's right," said Bianca. "How could you have possibly known?"

"It's elementary, my dear lady." Basil replied.

He points the gun at the pillows Dawson is holding. The surgeon quickly tossed the pillows into a chair and grabbed Olivia, getting behind the chair. Bernard grabs Bianca and joins them.

Basil pulls the trigger and a shot is fired, pillow feathers explode, making a mess.

"Oh, my goodness!" Bianca exclaims.

Mrs. Judson opens the door, having heard the commotion.

"What in heaven's name?" She asked, startled.

"Oh, oh!" The housekeeper coughed out a few feathers.

"My good pillows!"

Mrs. Judson glared in Basil's direction.

"Mr. Basil!" She demanded angrily. "How many times…"

"There, there, Mrs. Judson. It's quite all right," Basil interrupts Mrs. Judson nonchalantly.

He sniffs the air, catching a scent.

"Hmm, I believe I smell some of those delightful cheese crumpets of yours. Why don't you fetch our guests some?" He leads the housekeeper back into the kitchen.

"But, but I…" Mrs. Judson began to protest, but Basil shuts the door.

"Now, I know that bullet's here somewhere." He searches the floor and found himself face-to-face with Olivia, who's holding the object. Basil snatches it.

"Thank you, miss…"

"Flaversham," said Olivia. "Olivia Flaversham."

"Yeah, whatever." Basil scoffed. He walks over to a counter.

"Yes, but you don't understand…" Olivia started to say, but Basil cuts her off.

Examining the bullets, the detective puts them together and inspects them under a microscope.

"Yes. Yes. Oh…drat!" Basil groaned in frustration. He soon wears a defeated expression.

"Another dead end," Basil tossed a bullet aside and walked away.

"He was within my grasp!" Basil plopped down into his chair. Picking up a violin and string, Basil plays a somber tune.

Dawson, Bernard and Bianca encourage Olivia to go talk to Basil.

"Go ahead and talk to him." The Hungarian mouse said.

Olivia complies.

"Now, will you please listen to me?" She asked Basil. "My daddy's gone and I'm all alone."

Basil stops for a minute and glanced at Olivia.

"Young lady, this is a most inopportune time." He said dejected.

Basil resumes playing.

"Surely, your mother knows where he is," He added.

"I, I don't have a mother." Olivia answered sadly.

Basil abruptly stops playing, startled.

"Well, um. Then perhaps…" He frowns.

"See here, I simply have no time for lost fathers." Basil scoffed.

"I didn't lose him," Olivia said sharply. "He was taken by a bat."

At the word "bat", Basil's eyes grew.

"Did you say 'bat'?" He questioned Olivia.

"Yes," She answered.

"Did he have a crippled wing?" Basil inquired.

"I don't know. But, he had a peg leg." Olivia added.

"Ha!" Basil exclaimed.

"I say, do you know him?" Dawson asks; as he, Bernard, and Bianca join Olivia and Basil.

"Know him?" Basil repeated. "That bat, one Fidget by name, is in the employ of the very fiend who was the target of my experiment! The horror of my every waking moment, the nefarious Professor Ratigan!"

He points his violin string towards a mantel above the fireplace at a framed photo of a large, well-dressed rodent wearing a top hat; as thunder flashed.

"Ratigan?" Dawson asks, holding Olivia closely to him.

"Who is he?" Bianca inquired, curious.

"He's a genius, Dawson and my dear lady." Basil answered. "A genius twisted for evil, the Napoleon of crime!"

"He sure sounds dastardly," Bernard commented.

"Oh, yes. Even worse!" Basil surprised them from behind.

"For years, I've tried to capture him and how close, so very close but each time, he's narrowly evaded my grasp." He explained to the group.

"Not a corner in London is safe while Ratigan's at large…No evil scheme he wouldn't concoct! No depravity he wouldn't concoct! Who knows what dastardly scheme that villain may be plotting as we speak?"

A/N: Phew, what a long chapter!

But I hope you guys enjoyed it! Up next, we check in on Hiram Flaversham and we meet Professor Ratigan.

Until then, see you next time!