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

The crime.

 
    There was a silence in the carry after those words were spoken,and none of us proceeded to make conversation.Holmes watched Lustrade for a moment then returned his head back to the window.

  We arrived shortly after to the crime scene.Descending quickly Sherlock quickly rushed to the group of officers crowded around a ditch.

  We strode over and a path broke in the officers as they turned towards us with solemn eyes. Sherlock was quick to retrieve his carry on surgical potch taking first out his magnifying glass then his small skin collector.

   The scene itself was rather gruesome seeing the chest was covered with a once white cloth.Now stained red it covered the major damage.Other than that and a few marks on his face and torn black trousers nothing seemed disturbed.

    I made a few notes in my notebook of how the body looked the details of the wounds,what he was wearing and then compared them to the story Arthur gave us.

   Sherlock looked over the body many time as if to ovoid his face only looked at the chest down.

  "What do you think?"I asked crouching next to sherlock and pulling out my hankie from my breast pocket.

   "I have several deductions.The first is that he was at a pub,smell the air."He said taking a big gust of air and releasing it immediately.

  "It smells of ale and something else"I said with a confused look.

  "Yes.'He said."Good.Now what is the other  smells sweet and almost...That's it its a perfume.Fancy,new,I can't place it though. sun beating down on the body must have made the perfume release off his cloths and then onto ...."He said shaking his head at the thought that He couldn't place something.
  "It smells like Fronca de la nu.Sir."Said a voice through the group of officers.

I looked around at the group and they looked at me,then at each other."And who might of said that,please step forward?"I said at the crowd.

    A officer soon emerged wearing all blue except for his shoes witch were a tar black.

  Sherlock Holmes looked at the lad who couldn't be more than 26.Obviously not close to the proper age to be seeing this type of brutality.

    I thanked him and he stepped back into the crowd,swallowed by a sea of blue.

   "So."Sherlock began."He was with someone."He stood.

   "How can you tell?He could have been waiting for someone and when they got here and it rubbed off on him.Either way we know it was a women who had been wearing the perfume."I said smelling the air again.

  'Ah but he was with someone."sherlock said crouching again and lifting the man hand."See the burn marks on his hand.'He said pointing to 3 points on the man's hand where a cigar  had left a rather nasty burn."They are slanted at a angle and then drawn down towards his fingers. Whoever was with him had been smoking with there left hand and had walked to close several times.The reason they are slanted is because this person is smaller.But.."

  "But what?"

  "But this person would of had to have been walking on her toes to have made the burns  she was running to catch up and on her way down from sprinting hit his hand making the marks.

  "Yes but how do we know it wasn't him smoking and fumbling with the cigar?"I asked pulling out my notebook,writing down Sherlock's finds.

  "Cigaret.The burns are to big to have been a small cigar."He said."Boys would you come here for a moment.Now i need you to look up and down this path for any  may be able to figure out where they were coming from."He said sending two officer on there way the path.

   He then stood and walked over to Inspector Lestrade who had hidden behind the carriage and was looking up the way we had came.

  "I had only just seen him yesterday."He said as we rounded the corner.

  "Yes i am truly sorry for your loss,I promise you that we are looking everywhere we can for his  have several god  just have a few  question for you.Good now did he have anyone in his  did you know he smoked.yes goo now we are getting somewhere.Why would he be out here this late at  then does he make his own cigarettes.Yes good then we have a few leads."

   Sherlock then clasped the inspector on the arm and then we headed back round the carriage and piled in.

While inside i realized i forgot to ask the inspector the chaps name.I knocked off the window and he opened the door.

  "His name was William Lestrade."And then he closed the door leaving us to string the pieces of this story together.

  "Well."I said.

  "Well"Sherlock replied.

   "What now?"I asked.

  "Now."He said."We drink."