CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART 38

HOLMES SHERLOCK MURDERS Doctor Watson sat uneasily in his cab with Marie beside him on the journey back to London. They spoke little and glanced at each other coyly on occasion She thinking that he was so in lover with her it affected his speech and He thinking something different entirely, more so a feeling of suffocation enveloping him. But he could not quite put his finger on it as to why? Then he remembered, it was when Holmes said she'd eaten the dead. He was an honest man and didn't want his love and attraction for her to wane so he just came right out with it and asked her. Marie my dear May I ask you a very personal question? Of course John what is it? She thought that maybe he would propose. Have you eaten the dead at all? He said it so fast for fear he'd never be able to say those words. She giggled showing small ivory teeth. Whatever makes you ask such a thing? Of course not . She replied still smiling. Oh do forgive me my dear silly me just something Holmes said. For a tiny moment a crease of anger crossed her brow. He watched her closely. Once back in Baker street they alighted to their separate apartments waving to each other and Marie blowing kisses. Sherlock watched them with a sigh of boredom from his room.

CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART 37

HOLMES SHERLOCK MURDERS Sherlock Holmes stood by the bridge hiding in the shadows as the two young men greeted a man in a bowler hat and brown suit. Hmm he sighed. Brown in the city and guessed that He were not a member of parliament as he'd expected but probably a mortuary manager. The man took the papers from the boys after handing over a large wad of cash. Holmes stepped out of the shadows and approached him. Sir! He called. Just a moment please. The man turned to him his eyes wide with shock and recognition. His mouth gaped open. The night air was almost freezing by the river thames and it took his breathe away momentarily. Why it's you the great Sherlock Holmes. He exclaimed. Holmes put out one long finger as he approached the man and lifted his open jaw closing it shut. I have a bone to pick with you old man. You sent these boys to rob me didn't you? Now whom are you working for. Don't try to escape. He added noting the man's quickly moving eyes towards his waiting cab. I can't tell you that. He whispered struggling for breathe against the cold wind. Then I shall make you tell. Said Sherlck swiftly lifting the man up and dangling him over the side of the bridge with little effort. The boy's began to giggle. Silence commanded Holmes. The noise of the river was loud enough without them blocking his ears from truth. The man struggled his arms flailing about in terror. His hat and the contents of his pockets were cast down into the deep river. Now don't struggle or I may have to drop you. Who sent you? He asked politely. He let go of one ankle. I won't ask again Sir my grip is weakening. I shall never tell my life and mortal soul depend on my silence have mercy Sir. Sherlock contemplated for a moment then let him go. There was no splash the wind was all he could hear. Why did you let him go mister Holmes? asked the boy. He would have caused more trouble. Said Holmes Now I have work to do.

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BRAND NEW PART 36 CHISLEHURST MURDERS

HOLMES SHERLOCK MURDERS Doctor John Watson woke up to a glorious sight the sun was shining so brightly it burned his eyes and they filled with water as he shielded them with his hand. Wonderful. He said feeling well rested from his deep slumber. Where am I. For a few moments he didn't have a clue then it all came rushing back. His head ached as he stood up too fast and a rush of giddiness overlook him. Too much booze never again, he swore for the umpteenth time in his life. Marie appeared suddenly and without making a sound like a ghost giving him a start. My Dear are you alright? He jolted getting a crick in his neck. She saw and immediately went to him her beautiful deep red velvet gown brushed against his arms as she hugged him with such loving passion her eyes gazing into his but although she was delicately bathed beautiful and perfumed he got a distinct and unholy whiff of the grave. So putrid and deeply disturbing despite his awe and love for her that he had to fight back the urge to retch.

CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART 35

HOLMES SHERLOCK MURDERS Now who sent you? Asked Holmes whilst stooping to retrieve the papers that had been roughly scattered around the room. Some of them were his copies of fingerprints. Fools. He thought inwardly. These were merely a decoy. His secret vault held the originals. Well come on speak up boys. He raised his voice impatiently. It was just a bloke in the street Sir. He didn't give his name just said that you was away and to take all your paperwork. Said he'd give us some money later when... the boy faltered he'd let slip there was no way out of it now. When what? Asked Holmes raising a brow. When we meet him Sir. The boy sighed. At Blackfriars. Please don't tell him I told you he was a scary man. Threatened us both didn't he Harry? The other youth nodded his long pale face woeful so much so that Holmes felt pity. Drink your tea and have no fear young man from now on you may work for me. Thats if you want to? You shall be my eyes and ears on the streets. The boy's both looked surprised and uplifted. Thank you Sir I'd be most grateful so would Harry. Wouldn't you Harry. Harry nodded grinning. He don't talk much Sir. But we are grateful. Your most welcome young man but first I must have your sworn loyalty. They agreed. When are you to meet this man? Seven tonight near the bridge. Said he'd find us. Good said Holmes then we must not disappoint Him you shall go along as planned with these dummy papers. Don't be afraid I will be close by. Holmes felt triumphant in the fact he'd narrowed down the suspects for somewhere in his collection of fingerprints was the perpetrators of these terrible murders.