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

The waitress.

We had stopped the ride near a local pub and had walked in.The air was thick with the poison smoke from pipes and cigarettes.

We made our way over to a booth and ordered a drink.


"So a man lays dead and we sit here drinking.That doesn't seem very sportly."I said with a frown.

"Drinking."Holmes said with a look of confusion. Oh. Yes. The drink. My dear Watson you know my methods. Do you really think i would just sit around while a friends son is dead.Honestly what do you think of me Watson!"

"Then why are we here?"

Sherlock reached into his coat and retrieved a shinny red piece of cloth. He handed it to me and i examined it. It was smooth with rounded thin cloth cascading round the sides and the top. There was the letters "AY" stitch'd with gold thread across the front. On the back it said in very tiny print "Property of Joe Ray".

"Where did you get this?"

"I didn't get it,i found it,on William.The letters on the front i do not know of but the name Ray. It is the name of this very pub we sit in now."He said looking around the room of people."Witch means that whoevers that belongs to may know what happened to william. Now we just need to find a way to figure out who's that is."

"Well. We knows it's a girl,so maybe a waitress."

"Excellent."

"She is left handed."

"Yes."

"And was smoking a cigarette."

"Whatelse?"

"She is small.Smaller than me.Maybe up to my chest.And she has long blonde hair."

"So you observed the long strand of blond hair as well. It was on his right shoulder and the marks were on his right hand so she was walking to the right of him."

"Yes but how does that help us?"

"If she was on the right then why did i see ashes on the left of him.There was the hair,the smell,and the ashes on the right.The ashes on the left maybe could have been him smoking.But his mouth smelled of ale,not smoke from a pipe or other."

"I noticed that to. It was only in one spot though.Witch means someone else was there.This girl,must have seen who was there."

"No,she wouldn't have seen him."

"How. He would have been standing right there.The pile of ash was big enough to suggest that he was there a good while."


"He was in a tree."

"What.?

"He was in a tree."


As this point i was starting to rethink my friends methods as well as question him deeply.

"How do you know this?"

Unlike the side William was on the left side was flat and there was no ditch.The trees that blocked the path had been moved into a large circle.Large enough for the shape of a man your size to fit in. He must have opened a space in the brush, scaled the tree,gotten board with waiting and lit a cigarette and the ashes fell to the ground in a neat pile.However..He had to have been in the same spot for several minutes.There was only enough ash for one or two cigarettes and he would have been sitting still for both of them. He must be very patient."


At this moment a women with long blond hair walked up to our sitting.She was no older than 26 and was short and stubby.She had on a pale gray dress that reached down to her knees.

Sherlock tapped the table twice with his fore finger signaling me to look over at him.I did and his eyes were fixed upon mine. We were thinking the same thing.This was the girl.Blonde hair short,now the only thing that was missing is if she was left handed.


"What can i get you lot?"She asked.Oddly her voice was Scottish not English.

Before i could answer Holmes said."Are you left handed?"

She gave him a strange look of confusion."Whats it matter to you?" She answered.

"Just a question."

"Yes."

"Thank you."

"Now what can i get you?"She asked again more sternly.

"Two ales."I said with a smile.

.Her head nodded and wen't off for our drinks.


"She is the one."

"Maybe. But we have to be sure."

"He clothes are muddy at the base. It was raining before she got on the path.But it did rain early'r at our house,but our home is blocks away. Her skirt also has a burned by her upper left leg from where her cigarette fell and burned into it."


"Yes but if she was with him last night then why would she not change her clothes.She must have known there was a burn on her dress."

"Yes that is a good question.But notice that her skirt is ruffled at the back of the knees where she has been riding from carriage to carriage.She must have a good deal of coin to afford those carriage rides. But where is she getting it. She obviously has another job. She has a black substance under her fingernails and there was the faintest smell of cool. So she is getting money from the coal industry."


"That was amazing Holmes."

'Thank you."He said with a smile.

The waitress came back with two large cups.She set one in front of Holmes with a thud and then one in front..but mine didn't thud.Instead when she set my drink on the table there was a hallow thud.

I looked at her and she looked at me.She had a look of panic on her face. She then hurried away and out into the crowd.

I looked at Holmes who had his eyes fixed on me.I looked into the cup and sitting there was a note.

I picked up the note and unfolded it. In scribbled letters it read "The Westrod Park 9 o'clock tonight."

I eyed Holmes and he eyed me.I passed the note to him and he raised a brow.

"Seems she knows who we are."

"So what now?"

"We don't want to disappoint her request do we?"

"Shall we?"

Holmes smiled and we were off.