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Mrs. Hudson noticed the poker was slightly twisted and Mr. Holmes explained about the late Dr. Roylott.
“But you shouldn’t have straightened it out!” she scolded. “Showing off to Dr. Watson—you might have injured yourself!”
He blandly denied showing off to anyone but she saw the smile.
Just like the poker, Mr. Holmes’ poker face had a definite curve.
“But you shouldn’t have straightened it out!” she scolded. “Showing off to Dr. Watson—you might have injured yourself!”
He blandly denied showing off to anyone but she saw the smile.
Just like the poker, Mr. Holmes’ poker face had a definite curve.
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He stepped swiftly forward, seized the poker, and bent it into a curve with his huge brown hands.
"See that you keep yourself out of my grip," he snarled, and hurling the twisted poker into the fireplace he strode out of the room.
"He seems a very amiable person," said Holmes, laughing. "I am not quite so bulky, but if he had remained I might have shown him that my grip was not much more feeble than his own." As he spoke he picked up the steel poker and, with a sudden effort, straightened it out again.
A 60 word story inspired by Conan Doyle's The Speckled Band. Written for Sherlock60 on LJ.
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Nice! Oh Holmes, what a drama queen