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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The moon lit up the sky reflecting off the car's windows for Elina and Mycroft just like it did for Mary who walked the roads towards Leinster Gardens. It was an expensive-looking area, with a long terrace of four-storey white-plastered Edwardian buildings lining the road.
A homeless man, Billy Wiggins, squats with his back to the wall at the corner of the road. He has the hood of his jacket pulled over his head, a blanket wrapped around him and a white plastic tub is on the ground in beside him. "Spare any change, love?" He asked hoarsely. "No." Mary answered not in the mood for giving and briskly walking past him. "Oh, come on, love. Don't be like all the rest."
Stopping with a heavy sigh gracing her features, she turns back to him. Grabbing a handful of loose change from her pocket, Mary dips down to drop it into the tub. Before she can fully straighten up or withdraw her hand, he takes a hold of her wrist and looks up at her. "Rule One of looking for Sherlock 'olmes..." He speaks in his usual tone, cutting his act.
Placing a phone and a headset into her hand, he furthers on with his words. "He finds you." With that, Billy stood up and picks up his tub. "You're working for Sherlock now." Mary states in disbelief. "Keeps me off the streets, dunnit?"
"Well... No." She shrugs at him. "It keeps me occupied then." He changed his answer before saluting to her and walking off the way Mary had just walked.
The phone in her hand begins to ring. As she puts the headset into her ear, she answers the phone. "Where are you?" She asked.
"Can't you see me?" Sherlocks response was heavy but witty. "Well, what am I looking for?"
"The lie, the lie of Leinster Gardens hidden in plain sight."
Stepping a few feet into the road so that she can get a better view of the tall houses, she continues along the road while looking at the house fronts. There is nobody else in the street and no cars are driving along it. "Hardly anyone notices. People live here for years and never see it, but if you are what I think you are, it'll take you less than a minute." Sherlock softly chided on just as Mary continued to walk along the road. "The houses, Mary. Look at the houses." He gives as a hint.
"How did you know I'd come here?"
"I knew you'd talk to the people no one else would bother with plus it's good to have friends in high places." He enunciated with precision. He was gesturing to Elina in all normality, Mary knew that and it caused her to laugh. "I thought I was being clever."
"You're always clever, Mary. I was relying on that. I planted the information for you to find." Slowing down, she looks to a couple of adjoining houses in the middle of the terrace. "Oh." She pressed on, by far impressed.
