CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART 30

HOLMES SHERLOCK MURDERS Good grief it's the dagger. Exclaimed Watson with a sharp intake of breathe. Maria shivered. He offered her brandy. Take that dear girl it'll warm your bones. She smiled gently taking the glass in her still shaky hands. So is it the imps causing the murders Holmes? Has our dear Maria solved the great mystery? Holmes raised a brow. Hardly John. I fear that the root cause of these murders lays heavily in higher society. Possibly Westminster. He waited until Maria had gone out of the room to continue. Not wishing to offend her in any way. The imps have little real intelligence and it certainly wasn't them who tried to kill me. They're a backward breed. This dagger needs a thousand deathly cuts to attain power. How could they possibly know that when none of them can read let alone have access to the well guarded secret. Surely it's all hocus pocus nonsense. Said Watson. Maybe so John but someone in authority believes and is responsible for many deaths. Whist we have the dagger there can be no more. Thankfully. But where did she get it from. The umps must have stolen it. They're scavengers. We shall sit tight and wait for the real perpetrators of these dreadful crimes to come to us. Really Holmes. Must we I feel like a sitting duck. What if they don't know we have it.? Watson I promise you that they do know. You may not have noticed but we have been under surveillance since we arrived. What's so special about this blooming thing anyway? Holmes brushed his long fingers over the emeralds and rubies that encrusted the solid gold handle. They believe it to give immortality after the one thousandth kill my dear Watson. It's extremely important to someone. They will come. And soon so let us sit tight.