Randomness

Cluedo

The could was holding London in a death grip that night. The streets was almost empty, only a few people dared to go out in the cold. One lonely shadow was walking down the Baker Street.

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Inside of 221B Baker Street the fire was raging in the fireplace. The air was thick as three people was sitting around a table, deep in their own minds.

Not really paying attention to what's going on around them. "How can you even follow his way of thinking?" Dr. John Watson said as he looked up at the two other people on sitting with him.

"It is not that hard to figure out." The Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes says simply as he leans back in his chair. "It's really not dear, you just think like Sherlock." Mary Watson says and pats her husbands hand a little and smiles at him.

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The shadow stops in front of the door to the 221B apartment and quietly opened up the door and started to walk in quietly. The shadow closed the door without making a sound and moved slowly towards the stairs.

The shadow managed to sneak up the stairs without making any sound. Once at the top of the stairs the shadow moves towards the half open door, listening in on the conversation inside the room.

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"Like I said before, it is not possible for the victim to be the murder. That's not how the game works." John says as he let's out a sigh. "Well, if the game would of have been properly done it would of have been possible." Sherlock says.

"Sherlock. Tell me, how can a person kill himself of and still be around to be the guilty one." John says and looks at his best friend.

"I thought I told you Dr. It is quite easy to temper with the evidence." A voice said and the three people sitting around the table turned to look towards the half open door.

They could see a shadow standing outside and John slowly raises from his chair. "Who's there?" He asks. "Isn't it easy to figure out John?" Sherlock simply says as the shadow pushes the door opened.

"But... but... but..." was the only thing John was able to say once he saw who was standing on the other side of the door. "Who is that?" Mary asks with a quiet voice as she leans towards Sherlock.

"Mary, Irene Adler. Mrs Adler, Mary Watson." Sherlock only says with a small smile as he sees his friends reaction. Mary looks towards the woman, seeing the same smile on her face as on Sherlock's.

"But John said..." Mary started to say but could not finish her sentence. "Your dead! Mycroft said... and I had to lie to him and... and..." John said. "Oh John, I knew you lied to me." Said Sherlock and John looks at him.

"You did!" He asks. "Of course he did. He was the one to save me after all." Irene says as she takes of her coat and walks over to Sherlock's chair. John sits back down in the chair once more.

"I thought you would be use to the fake deaths around here." Mary says with a smile and John looks at her. "One could only wish." He says with a sigh.