Sherlock Holmes is renowned far and wide for his Mind Palace but Mycroft Holmes is privately known to have a House Of Memories.
Elina Hooper is the twin sister of the sweet pathologist, Molly. French on their mother's side and being both graced wit...
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"Clever man, Inspector Prakesh." Lestrade complimented whilst drinking his lager at the pub with Anderson discussing Sherlock. "Oh, for - What police Inspector could have made that deduction?" Anderson questioned back whilst catching himself from swearing and still fighting back to believe Sherlock was very much alive. "Oh, thank you." Lestrade threw back for sarcasm. "You remember how Sherlock never took the credit when he solved all of your cases?"
"He didn't solve all of my cases!" Lestrade pressed indignantly. Anderson ignored such nonsense from his ex Detective and gazed thoughtfully into the distance. "He's out there. He's hiding. But he can't stop himself from getting involved." He chuckles. "It's so obviously him, if you know how to spot the signs!" He furthered along. "The Klein Brothers, the Tower House thing, the Kensington Ripper. I solved all those myself!" Lestrade continued to whine. "Well, you got Tower House wrong." Anderson corrected. "No I didn't!"
"Yep, you did." Anderson smugly corrected before folding the map down to another location. "Okay, sighting number three..." He taps Hamburg on the map. "The Mysterious Juror." Greg leans forward and thumps his forehead down onto the table.
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In Hamburg in a jury room, the male foreman rubs his head tiredly before addressing the rest of the jury in German. "Nun, wie wir alle wissen, wurde diese Jury unter höchst ungewöhnlichen Umständen zusammengerufen. Aber ich muss Sie jetzt auf ein Urteil drängen. Ist Herr Trephoff schuldig oder nicht schuldig am Mord seiner Frau?" In translation he had said, as we all know this jury was convened under highly unusual circumstances, but now I must press you for a judgment. Is Herr Trepoff guilty or not guilty of the murder of his wife?
One by one, the jurors answer in German. "Nicht schuldig." Not guilty. At the end of the table, the fingers of a male juror wearing a shirt and dark coat drum impatiently on the table. "Nicht schuldig." The juror's fingers continue to drum. "Nicht schuldig." This answer was repeated several more times before the drumming of the fingers stopped sharply. The foreman sighs wearily and looks at the last juror. "Nun?" Well?
Some time later, a man walks across a concourse towards to a display of newspapers. The CAM Global News front page headline reads, Trepoff 'Guilty' Sensation! while a German newspaper beside it reads, TREPOFF SCHULDIG!
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"It had to be him! There's no one else it can be! Do you not see?" Anderson carried on to persist. "I see that you lost a good job fantasising about a dead man coming back to life, and I know why you want that to happen. But it's never gonna." Lestrade decides to be straight and up front frank about the entire ordeal. Anderson shakes his head. "Okay..." Lestrade finishes his pint. "I'm gonna go and see an old friend."
Picking up his coat and looking to Anderson, he speaks. "You take care, okay?" Standing up and picking up a white box from a nearby stool, he looks down at his former colleague sympathetically. "I'll put a word in, see if they won't review your case."
