Dreams of a better life Feb 6, 2008 10:14:25 GMT
Post by Shadowe on Feb 6, 2008 10:14:25 GMT
No Kit, Sherlock (Part Two)
Once Holmes had finished painting the door, which I must confess I would have preferred had remained the formal black, matching the other entranceways down the street, we repaired to the sitting room. Holmes puffed on her pipe, sending streams of bubbles into the air - I have no idea what she has against smoking, but her whimsy is entertaining at times.
It was at this time, as we sipped tea, discussing the finer points of certain debatable medical practices, that the police came. It was Inspector Lestrade, appearing as disgruntled and frustrated as ever she did when forced to resort to seeking Holmes' assistance. Lestrade is a peculiar woman - it was unheard of for the Metropolitan Police Force to employ a woman, yet here she was, a dedicated professional as at home tinkering with peculiar mechanical devices as she was chasing down the nefarious criminals that plague fair London.
"Good day to you, Miss Holmes; Doctor," she greeted us both as she was shown into the sitting room by Mrs Hudson, from whom Holmes rents her accommodations.
"And a good afternoon to you, Inspector," Holmes said, still puffing away, playfully projecting bubbles at the policewoman. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?" Direct and to the point was Holmes, as ever.
The Inspector remained standing, despite my gesture that she should be seated, and so I remained on my feet as well, though Holmes, with her usual disdain for what she calls 'useless throwbacks to the Dark Ages', lounged in a comfortable chair, her feet up.
"Well, Miss Holmes, the Yard has a problem. A series of baffling and disturbing crimes have been perpetrated, and we are frankly at a loss regarding further investigations. We were hoping that you would consider assisting us in this matter."
Holmes shifted in her chair, coming fully upright, the intensity of her breath through her pipe increasing quite dramatically. As ever, the prospect of a new case intrigued her.
"I have heard no tales of such a case in the Times, Lestrade, else I surely would have given it thought before this."
Lestrade looked uncomfortable. "We've been keeping it quiet, Miss Holmes. Several prominent figures in London politics have been involved, and we have been charged by Her Majesty to ensure that a public outcry does not occur."
Nodding at the implications, Holmes waved airily for Lestrade to continue. "Tell me what has happened thus far, then, Inspector, and I shall bend my wit to a solution."
Finally looking more comfortable, Lestrade faced the Great Detective square-on, and began her tale.
"We have taken to calling the perpetrator of these crimes 'The Clipper', for his habit of acquiring toenail clippings from his victims..."
End of Part Two