SmugglingJohn was in the frozen vegetables aisle, contemplating the advantages of peas over broccoli, when Sherlock suddenly appeared beside him.“What the..?” said John.“I’m here on a case.” Sherlock was staring over John’s shoulder. “Just try to act naturally.”John looked round and saw a scruffy, prematurely-aged woman shuffling towards the baked goods. He turned back to Sherlock.“Isn’t that a member of your homeless network—Miss… Adlington?”Sherlock nodded, and then tensed. “The security guard’s spotted her.”“Oh, God,” said John. “Please tell me you haven’t got that poor woman doing shoplifting for you.”Sherlock glanced at John. “Of course not. Miss Adlington hasn’t done a dishonest thing in her life.”His gaze returned to the woman. “People working in security always make such stereotypical assumptions. She’s just the decoy
NeckingJill returned from the bar with another two glasses of the house red. She handed one to Mildred and sat down.“You know,” smiled Jill. “I think I still haven’t met your new boyfriend. What’s he like?”“He’s a pain in the neck,” said Mildred. “Literally.”She pointed to a twitching muscle on the righthand side of her neck and started massaging it.“Ooh, that feels wonderful,” it said. “Hello, I’m Pablo.”“Um, hello..?” said Jill.She looked back up at Mildred. “He seems… nice.”“Oh, he’s lovely.” Mildred took a large swig of her wine.“Darling,” said Pablo. “I really think you might’ve had enough to drink now.”“Oh, God!” said Mildred. “You’re always there, aren’t you? Just nagging away.”Jill checked the watch she wasn’t actually wearing. “Gosh, is that the tim
60 For 60: The Three Gables (2)A/N: Yours faithfully, Mary Maberley… Mary the maid heard the noise…My thoughts recently had been on Mary—the life we might have had together. And as if reading my mind a letter arrived, filled with tactful concern and inviting me to on a visit to Sussex.I found my explanation in the postscript:In your latest story, my dear fellow, you gave both mistress and maid the same charming pseudonym.
The Three Gables: Steve DixieA/N: “I won’t ask you to sit down, for I don’t like the smell of you, but aren’t you Steve Dixie, the bruiser?” Well, if you’re going to be childish, Holmes…Steve Dixie:Holmes picks theeAs a smelly fella.Though traditionally, Mr. Holmes, whoever dealt it is the smeller.
MoustacheHer villain’s moustache had finally arrived in the post. Geneviève slapped it on and admired it in the mirror. It was long, divided in two, and pointing stiffly off to the sides with a curl at each end. Oh, yes—it was perfect. Goodbye to queue-jumping and not taking your library books back: it was time to move up to the next rung of being evil. Geneviève did a little dance of glee and twirled the moustache. And then much to her surprise it twirled her. “Gosh,” she laughed, as she came to a halt. “I can see you’re going to be a handful.”She examined her reflection once again. The moustache was dark—as dark as the deepest chasm, as black as the deepest despair. She nodded.“I probably should do something about my hair.”“Splendid moustache, madam,” said Mabel the hairdresser at Curl Up and Dye.“Thank you,” said Geneviève. The moustache twitched slightly and the
60 For 60: The Mazarin Stone (2)A/N: “Madame Tussaud ain't in it. It's the living spit of him…”Holmes and Watson were attending the unveiling of their likenesses at Madame Tussaud’s. On a broiling summer’s day.“It’s like a furnace,” whispered Watson.Holmes sighed. “Indeed.”The covering was whipped away and there was a shocked intake of breath from the audience.“Oh, dear,” said Watson, staring at the waxworks. “Holmes, I appear to have melted into your arms.”
The Mazarin Stone: Billy the Page-BoyA/N: Billy, the young but very wise and tactful page… That’s a very flattering description from the unknown writer…BillyAssisted Holmes willy-nilly.But did he try to supplement his wage?Who wrote MAZA? Let’s look at the page…
The Illustrious Client: Kitty WinterA/N: If ever you saw flame and ice face to face, it was those two women.Kitty Winter:In her heart an ice splinter.Though her rage is aflame,She can’t melt away the shame.
60 For 60: The Illustrious Client (2)A/N: “…a [wo]man of personality can use hypnotism without any vulgar passes or tomfoolery.”“Using hypnotism! Completely immoral,” muttered Holmes.“Indeed,” murmured Mrs. Hudson. “Mr. Holmes, will you be performing any… noxious experiments tonight?”“I was but…” Holmes yawned.“You are feeling sleepy?”Holmes frowned. “Mrs. Hudson—have you been performing your own experiment?”“No, sir! Surely you can tell I am speaking the truth.” Mrs. Hudson leant forwards. “Just look into my eyes…”
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