Chapter 8A Chapter by Jeremy HilesSherlock and Watson are forced to split up to tackle the mysteries behind this case, and Watson makes an astounding discovery.Sherlock leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and steepling his fingers together, deep in thought. “What
we have here is a great mystery, one that I fully intend to solve,” he said, “however,
this case has much more to it than even I could have anticipated. Watson and I shall return to my rooms and I
will go over the details of this case tonight in greater depth. We will return tomorrow morning. In the meantime, it would be advisable for
you to go about your normal day-to-day behaviors, Ms. Cutter.” At this, Sherlock grabbed the keys and the little box, while Watson carried the journal. They walked outside, and down the road, looking for a taxi. During this time, Sherlock did not speak at all and would hardly even nod to Watson to acknowledge that he heard. After a few minutes, they were able to hail a cab. As Watson climbed in, Sherlock suddenly stopped and jerked upright as if he had been struck in the face. “Watson! I have had a revelation!” he said, “No time to explain at this moment, go back to Baker Street, I must run an errand or two before I can join you there. In the meantime, go ahead and eat and do not worry about waiting up for me, as I may be quite late. I will explain everything upon my arrival.” Then Sherlock began walking down the road,
still carrying the box and keys. Upon arriving back at 221 Baker Street, Watson made some tea and pored over the notes he had taken during the first visit to Mr. White’s home that morning. It all seemed to be running in circles. First there were the cryptic messages, and then the crudely drawn map of the house. Following that was the discovery of the three keys, during which they also found the message spray painted on the wall in the shed. “This case is very strange,” he thought, “especially this code, ‘What’s on a lock, what’s on a trail? You search for me, to no avail!’ which seems to be a prank, or maybe a boastful criminal leaving a taunt for the police?” He searched through his notes and reread the
newspaper from that morning, desperately trying to find any clues. Around 8:30, he decided to go ahead and eat
supper, asking Mrs. Hudson to bring up an extra tray of food for Sherlock,
should he arrive at a late hour with an appetite. Once Watson ate, he
decided to read through Mr. White’s journal to see if there were any further
clues, and to pass the time till Sherlock returned. Several pages in, he found information
relating to the man known as “The Weasel”.
Feeling excited, Watson eagerly read the page, which went like this: “Earlier this month there
was a series of break-ins in a nearby neighborhood. It seemed out of the ordinary, so I installed
a second lock on my front door to increase security. However, the crimes seemed to have
stopped. For two weeks there was no
mention of a break in anywhere nearby.
Being curious, I inquired about the matter to Roger, who said he was
wondering the same as I. We decided that
the criminal may have been killed by a gang or something along those lines,
perhaps even an overdose. Possibly even
captured by the police. Three days after
this conversation, I returned home from work to find that my door was unlocked. My heart began racing as I tried to remember
if I might have left it unlocked as I was leaving that morning. Unable to put myself at ease, I eased the
door open. I peered inside, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Cautiously, I made a very thorough search of
the house and turned up nothing. Nothing
broken, and nothing missing. I called
Roger and he said that his house had been broken into as well, and that nothing
was broken or disturbed, aside from a couple of little trinkets, an old watch,
and a couple of pages from his notes on particular business cases, along with a
page that he and I had been mapping out where crimes had been committed for the
past month. We have determined to figure out why we have had these break-ins,
but have nothing in the way of evidence at the moment….” Watson read over the next
few pages, which mostly detailed day to day business and musings of Mr.
White. After about 5 pages, on an entry two
months later, was a very intriguing narrative from Mr. White: “Today a very unusual and unsettling event has occurred. Upon returning home, my front door was unlocked once again. As I made my way carefully inside, I heard a voice from my living room, “Make your way in here, Mr. White. As long as you cooperate and do not try to run out, you will be fine.” I slowly walked into the living room, avoiding making any sudden moves. As I walked through the doorway, I saw a man standing with his back to me. He was quite tall; he appeared to be over 6 feet in height, compared to my height of 5 foot 7 inches. He was wearing a black suit, and appeared to be carrying a pistol in both of his pants pockets. I asked him what he wanted, to which he responded by laughing. “It’s not what I want,” he said, “but what the boss wants. You see, I have been contracted to get you and your business partner to stick to business and keep your noses out of my client’s dealings. As we speak, an associate of mine should be having a nice chat with your friend, Clyde Rogers. I instead have been told that you are to give us any and all information you have or think you have about the crimes that were committed 2 months ago and up till now. I have also been instructed to monitor your activities on a daily basis and if either one of you step out of line and begin digging where you don’t have any business, I will kill whoever it is.” All this time he never turned around, and just as I thought this, he spoke again, “I will not turn around, and my face will not be known to you. Therefore, sit down on this couch and cover your head. If you so much as lift your head an inch, I will shoot you. And remember, I am the eyes and ears that are always watching and listening. Nothing you do will be kept a secret. So do not meddle in affairs that do not concern you.” As I sat there, with my
face covered, I could hear him walk out the front door, closing it behind
him. I sat there motionless for a solid
hour before I dared to move about again. Shortly after, I received a call from
Roger, saying that he had just been held at gunpoint in his home and threatened
to abstain from looking into the crimes that had been committed. I related my story, and he told me that his
attacker was short, even shorter than myself, perhaps 5 foot 4 inches or so. He
even saw the face of the man who held him up.
After further discussion, we concluded that we had no choice but to go
along with the demands of these hit-men.” Once he finished reading the entry, Watson leaned back in his chair and let out a breath that he didn’t realize he had been holding. He closed his eyes, going over in his mind everything he had just read. “What will Sherlock
have to say about this?” he murmured. © 2016 Jeremy HilesFeatured Review
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