"Watson," Sherlock called "We must be leaving soon, we have to investigate the theft of four priceless race horses."
"OK," Watson agreed
Sherlock and his trusted assistant (Watson) headed towards the town centre hoping to catch a cart to take to the crime scene. They caught one and were on their way there. When they arrived they were greeted by the mysterious man they met earlier and some of his employees, but Seddon wasn't there.
"Hello Sherlock," whimpered some of the employees.
"Be gone, you all have work to be doing, and if you see Seddon tell him to come and find me." barked the owner.
"I believe we met earlier," said Sherlock keenly shaking his hand.
"We did, where are my manners? I'm Arthur Miller."
"Now, please can you show me where you keep your horses."
"Of course follow me."
Arthur led them up a path, going through a wood, after about ten minutes they arrived at a grand building. When they entered they noticed four empty stalls.
"These are my horses that have been stolen." Arthur grunted pointing towards the four empty stalls. Watson and Sherlock meandered in looking for clues.
"Ahah!" Sherlock exclaimed "Look at this Watson!" Watson looked at what Sherlock had found.
"A bullet?" questioned Watson
"No, it's a syringe, Seddon mush have injected the horse,"
"Oh, but why would he do that?" Watson questioned again
"Do you know what this pink substance is?" Sherlock asked Watson.
"Yes, that's called Orally, it stops the horse from making any noises."
"So Seddon injected your horses so he could get them out of here without making any noises." Sherlock discovered.
"Seems like it," Arthur and Watson agreed.
"Here I have his address,"Arthur handed Sherlock a scrap of paper covered in scribbles.
"Thank you, right, we'll head into town and catch another cart and go up to the moores."
"OK," Watson and Arthur said together.
They walked back through the woods and headed back to the main entrance. From there they walked into town and caught another cart. They were on the cart for twenty-five minutes until they reached Seddon's house.
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Four Racehorses
Mystery / ThrillerI was only eleven when it happened. I killed my parents. They deserved it. On the night that it happened I knew that my life would be better. It would improve. Everyday my drunken parents would walk into my room, reeking of alcohol, beating me for n...
