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.