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The Hidden Mansion in London's Heart (Prose)The Adventure of the Seventh Safeguard
Silent TreatmentIt was a quiet evening in 221b. That is, until Sherlock came barreling into the flat, ignoring John who was busy typing up his blog. He tossed aside his coat, and began rifling through the post.
The Strange Case of Amelia BonesSherlock Holmes and the Adventure of the Seventh Safeguard
Name's Holmes. Sherlock HolmesSherlock tugged at his bowtie. His neck felt oddly exposed and he itched to pop his collar but John slapped his hand away,
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The Hidden Mansion in London's Heart (Prose)
The Adventure of the Seventh Safeguard
~ Chapter 2 ~
The Hidden Mansion in London's Heart
It was in a strangely uncomfortable fashion that the young lady replied to my question; a pause, a nervous glance from my face to that of my friend, and a quiet: “Yes, they didn’t hit us.”
I wondered what it was that made her so nervous – surely she couldn’t suppose that she and her friends were in any danger from Sherlock Holmes and I. But only I nodded in response, and started towards the waitress, who lay in an undignified heap by the door where she had fallen.
“She’s not hurt.” said the girl, whose voice was clear and precise, but gentle.
Having not the faintest idea what they had used to knock her out however, I bent down to examine her anyway. True to the girl’s word, she could have been sleeping.
Behind me, Sherlock was addressing her: “I appreciate your attempt to shield us, young lady.” he said. “But you should have r
It was a quiet evening in 221b. That is, until Sherlock came barreling into the flat, ignoring John who was busy typing up his blog. He tossed aside his coat, and began rifling through the post.
"Boring, boring, dull..." he murmured, almost dropping everything when John suddenly spoke up.
"Sherlock, I-oh, sorry," he said. Sherlock reshuffled the letters, and waved a hand at John to continue.
"I just realized that we forgot to inform Mycroft about our, er, agreement. "
Sherlock stiffened at the mention of his brother's name, but tried to appear uninterested. Keeping his attention focused on the post, he replied, "I'm sure he knows."
John pursed his lips. "Of course he does." He closed his laptop, and then asked, "I wonder why he hasn't come round yet?''
''Hmm, perhaps we should be grateful for small favors,'' Sherlock answered, sorting the letters into a neat stack. Truth be told, over a month had passed since he'd refused to take part in Operation Lazarus, and in all that time he and M
The Strange Case of Amelia Bones
Sherlock Holmes and the Adventure of the Seventh Safeguard
Chapter I ~ The Strange Case of Amelia Bones
I had never known my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, to be as totally preoccupied with anything so deeply and for such a long time since the death of the late Professor Moriarty as he was over the course of the year preceding this narrative. And never, in all the years I had known him, had he been as recalcitrant in answering questions.
For some months, I had thought it was just the strange case of Ms. Bones which had absorbed him so thoroughly. Ms. Amelia Bones, a quiet middle aged lady living alone in London, had been found dead in her home. All the doors and windows had been locked from the inside and there was no evidence of a break-in, yet there were clear marks of a desperate struggle. Sherlock had originally scoffed at the sensational nature of the reports, and lost no time getting on the case himself. He told the police that the people they were looking for were fo
He finally did it…Sherlock Holmes, king of workaholics finally ran himself so thin that it ran him into the ground. John let out an aggravated sigh staring into his mug containing a single tea bag, hands braced on the counter top while the crappy stove strained to heat the kettle of water. John could recall the entire series of events that led to this however as a doctor he felt that he should have known sooner that Sherlock was in bad sorts, Lestrade had brought them a new case a little over a week ago of course at first Sherlock thought it was simply another boring incident until he discovered it involved a serial killer. Suddenly Sherlock was far more interested instantly taking the case unfortunately the time of season meant lots of cold, harsh rain making detective work difficult even for the great Sherlock Holmes yet he wasn’t going to let that stop him. The duo had gone to the last place the young woman was seen alive unfortunately it was outside however as John took