Sherlock holmes:The Inspector's Great Loss.Book.1

The case.

  Sherlock Holmes sat in his chair across from me, sipping noisily on his cup of tea. HIs coat-soaked in rain-was staining the linen chair in which he sat. His eyes were fixed on the short fat man sitting on the couch to the left of me. Sir Arthur had flagged us down in the middle of the road coughing as he approached.Holmes and i both realized instantly of his stature.Slicked back hair,cacky doctor's suit,and mus and pollen caked black rubber was obviously coming from somewhere out of the city,or perhaps the woods nearby.

We invited him in,and he now sit before us telling us of his experience.

He had given us the most peculiar story of how he and his colleague( to who he gave no name) had seen something in the woods just across the way.Something he nor no one else could he had looked in the paper and saw an add i had put out about private investigations.

He came at once banging on our door like a child and shouting for us to come out.When Mrs.Hudson came out with one of my old canes raised above her head,he asked where we took a few moments but Mrs.Hutson eventually told him he stormed off and found us.

He had explained to me and Sherlock of how he and his un-named assailant,were strolling through the woods when they heard the most peculiar of sounds emanating from nearby brush.Being the curious people of a odd era they wen't to investigate the strange noise.

As they approached whatever it was must have heard them approaching for the sounds ceased and out from the brush emerged-to what he says- was a hulking man with the broadest of shoulders and a heavy black overcoat.

Seeing blood emanating from his mouth they moved to help to help him-Only to figure when they reached him-,but when they were close enough to peer round the brush they saw the most vial sight either had seen.The man fled soon after he noticed they had made a could not get a good look at his face because for his hair was in mist of his face.

Now-From what he told us,and by the bag he carried,the way his hair was slicked back and -they were both well known Doctors of the area and had seen much in there days of work. But how this man described the scene,it was as if he had never seen a drop of blood or a piece of raw meat for that told us because of this his colleague has asked to remain un-named,for not to draw attention to his friend but to himself.

Half way through the meeting there was sounds of the door shutting then multiple footsteps upon the stairs.Moments later in strode Inspector Lestrade,pale and with deep eyes beckoned us out and to a cab in the downpour,the inspector and the Doctor behind me and Sherlock.


In the cab i asked."What is the point of you rushing us so quickly?"Nodding towards him frantically closing the door to the cab and sending the cab driver speeding away as fast as the horses could take.


He took of his blue cap and set it next to him,resting his hand atop it,making flat like paper a heavy strain he must have put apon the old thing.


"There been a murder sir."He said with heavy breaths,he reached into his breast pocket and retrieved this mornings paper tattered and had smudges on ,it most likely from multiple people passing it around and giving it to the next it to the next.

He gave it to me,and i instantly saw that it had been in several different pockets.There were multiple folding lines in different parts of the mass of papers.


Sherlock must have also noticed for his eyes were ambitiously looking around the if he were examining the text and the paper itself all at the same time.

When he was finished he contorted back into his original position and leaned his head up against the window,staring out into the streets of England.


"As Sir-Arthur has already kindly explained to me and watson,Until you interrupted us."Sherlock said with a rather madness in his tone.

"Yes.Sorry about that sir,It's just this case is important,sir."He said changing his worried face to a apologetic face.

Isn't every murder important Lestrade,if you don't mind me asking."Sherlock said winding his head up and giving Lestrade a stare full of anger and frustration.

"It's...it's...it's one of us a police officer.And hes my son."