The Third Holmes (𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗬/𝗡)

CHAPTER 11

Y/N was sipping tea on his office desk when his boss hurriedly barged in.

"There has been an immediate headline, Mr. Holmes."

Y/N then looked at his editor in question. "What is it?"

"MP Whiteley has been murdered by the lord of crime in front of the parliament building."

"What?!" Y/N can't help but exclaim.

Louis... What are you and your brothers planning?

"Mr. Holmes?" He was snapped out of his thoughts.

"I apologize for momentarily being in a daze. I'll work on the article right now." Y/N mumbled.

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As Y/N was finished with the article, he then submitted it to his editor and requested to leave early for work.

"I need more information about all of this," Y/N muttered.

"I just know the right place," Y/N smirked to himself.

***

Y/N got down from the carriage as he looked at the place he instructed his cabbie to drive to which was at London City Center, St. James, Paul Mall.

Y/N then went inside the Diogenes Club that was founded by his older brother.

As Y/N went inside the club, he went to the male receptionist and saw that he was looking quite shaken.

Y/N slightly raised his eyebrow and did sign language. "Good day! I'm going to see my older brother, Mycroft Holmes."

The man then signs language back a response. "He's in the stranger's room."

"Thank you." Y/N signed.

Y/N then proceeded to the room in which he was pointed to and opened the doors just to see two of his older brothers inside.

Y/N then grinned at the two. "If it isn't my two beloved older brothers, you won't let me miss out on the conversation, are you?

"So you also came, Y/N," Mycroft said. "I asked Sherly if he enjoyed the Diogenes Club."

Y/N smirked. "I reckon he did, I saw that the receptionist looked quite shaken as well as the guests at the lounge when I was walking here.

Sherlock then said. "I thought it was just an ordinary club, but they don't talk, do they?"

"If you want, I can recommend you two for a club membership," Mycroft said.

"It's a pass for me. The environment is too boring." Y/N said as he scrunched his nose bridge.

Sherlock then said. "Ah? Who would want that? Why did you make a club where you act like nobles in the first place!"

"That's too bad. Even though I wanted to make a place for people like you two who can't make friends."

Y/N scoffed in response as he crossed his arms. "For the record, I do have friends."

"I won't deny that it's hard to make friends, but I like being able to talk!" Sherlock said.

Mycroft then chuckled. "HAHA, that's true. Hm. Here, let's take a look outside."

Y/N and Sherlock peeked at the window in curiosity.

"What do you both think about them?" Mycroft pertained to the two gentlemen standing which were in view to them from the window.

Y/N clasped his hands enthusiastically. "I love this game of ours." Y/N then added. "The one on the right is a billiards player since the right pocket of his vest is covered with chalk."