GENTLE | VISCOUNT TEWKESBURY

8| The Basilweather Hall

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"MISS MAY BEATRICE POSY AND MISS VICTORIA LEILANI ALDEN, FOR THE LADY TWEKESBURY MARCHIONESS OF BASILWEATHER." Me and Enola both sighed as our names were called. But let me explain.

Once we got to Enola's room last night we both agreed we had to find a way to help Twekesbury. But to do so, we needed to know who was looking for him and what reasons did the man have for wanting to hurt him. The first place we had to look for that piece of information was the Basilweather hall.

Me and Enola agreed we'd visit said place under assumed names, pretending to be private detectives who work with Sherlock Holmes. We had arrived here by a carriege a few minutes ago, and now we were to see Lady Twekesbury, who is the boy's mother.

The doors closed behind us with a heavy thud. The servant went to call the Lady, which gave me and Enola a few minutes to observe the place. Or at least the hallway we were currently in. There were a few marble statues and a few panoplies decorating the place with a few paintings here and there.

Moments later the servant walked back in and told us to follow him, which explains how we are now standing in the middle of one of the many parlor rooms this place has. Just then the door opened and a man, accompanied by two women walked in.

"What is you buisiness here?" asked the man who I recognised as Sir Whimbrel. "We're private detectives and we've come to offer our services" Enola answered for the both of us. "My sister-in-law has all the help she needs" Whimbrel said. "Show them out" he ordered to the guards.

"We believe we could help you" Enola insisted. "You're a reporter for one of thoose dirty newspapers" Lady Twekesbury told us. "We are lady detectives" I corrected her. "Please leave before we make you leave" she ordered.

Just then two of the servants grabbed our arms, guiding us out of the room.

"Wait, we work for Sherlock Holmes" I shouted to which the two men let go of our arms. "We are his asistents" I said turning to look at the three who were now frozen in place. "He sends us ahead of time to prepare the ground" Enola informed as she took a step closer to the Lady.

"Sherlock Holmes is intrested in our case?" asked Lady Twekesbury taking walking over to us. This was avery bad idea. What if she knows we are lying? "Yes" Enola answered calmly. "And he..." her voice trailed of looking at me and Enola up and down, but mainly Enola. "And he sent along a widow to fleece his path?"

Did I forgot to mention Enola was pretending to be a widow? She was so sure about her dress choice this morning. As she said, and I quote 'When one wants to travel icognito, the safest way is to travel as a widow.' Thoose words of hers were followed by statements such as that people are afraid of conversations revolving around death.

"Widowhood doesn't impact on my ability to do my job" the girl said after clearing her throat. "Sherlock trusts us-" he words were called out by someone else entering the room. "I'm sorry but I heard enough" the man said in a loud voice walking towards us.