Secrets Beetween Dimensions - The Origin of the Books

The show in Stonyhurst

Charles and Mary Doyle were still away when the day of the presentation of their son Arthur arrived. Molly Holmes was there to represent them, along with John Watson and Emily Holmes, to be aware of any possible attack on Arthur Conan Doyle.

"Come, Mrs. Holmes, I'll show you where you can sit" Artie said, pulling Molly right behind him.

They were in a field near the boarding school. Rowed chairs were stowed in front of a stage. Many parents and mothers of students were present just like other students.

John and Emily watched him very attentively when he caught sight of someone very special he knew.

"Benjamin!" John called and the twelve-year-old boy turned to meet him.

"Grandpa!" Ben said happily after hugging him, "it's so good to see you, but don't misunderstand what you're doing here?"

"Well, we're on a special assignment," the doctor replied, "and we came to preside over young Doyle here. He's going to make part of the show today."

"Nice to meet you," Artie said. "I'm Arthur Conan Doyle."

"Benjamin Winchester." Ben shook his hand. "You're mr. Holmes neighbor, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's a shame he didn't come to see me, but that's okay." Artie smiled a little.

Ben didn't have many friends and then took advantage of the presence of his grandfather and his friends and sat with them.

A woman too tidy for a teacher approached them, and at the same instant, Molly raised suspicions about her.

"Good morning Mr. Doyle" the woman spoke to Arthur "are you ready for the presentation? Come with me to join the other students."

"Of course Mrs. Callum" Artie replied smiling and followed.

"There's something wrong with her," Molly told the group as soon as the teacher disappeared.

"I figured she has big ambitions, she's sneaky and fake," Emily declared. "Wow! You have every reason to suspect her mother."

"Ben, do you know this teacher?" John asked his grandson.

"More or less," Ben said, "she doesn't lecture me, but every time I see her she seems to be sneaking around, watching everything, with a way of thinking about a war strategy."

"We cannot leave Arthur alone with her," Molly declared.

"If you want, I can go after her," Ben said.

"Nothing like that, I want you safe from danger and trouble," John warned him, "that's not what your father wants for you."

"Okay, Grandpa." The boy accepted the order, feeling upset.

"For the time being, we'd better stay here and be alert," said Emily. "Callum seems to do nothing until the time of the performance."

John nodded to his goddaughter and left the revolver prepared under his coat. The presentations began normally and the four continued to look around. Then came Artie's turn. He cleared his throat and said in his cute voice:

-I am Arthur Conan Doyle and I study in Stonyhurst's 2nd grade. This poem is my own creation and is called "The doctor and the detective".

I woke up early

And down the hallway

I could see two knights

Always together

Always ready

Any crime solved

You might not believe it.

That one of them is a doctor

kind and courageous Dr. Watson

one of them is a detective

smart shrewd mr. Holmes

Every day I can see them

From Baker St. Exit

Once again there they will solve a crime

The doctor and the detective

Artie finished the presentation with a smile. John was flattered and applauded, which other people did as well. Arthur left the stage and then to prof. Callum was in pursuit. Molly followed her instinct and scrambled up in their direction. Calum grabbed Artie's arm brutally, prompting John to run up to them.

"Leave him alone!" Molly said angrily to Callum. "Why are you treating him like this?"

"Get out of the way, terran," Callum said coldly.

Molly ignored her and tried to push her, but that was her worst mistake. Callum pulled a pistol from her elegant coat. She shot Molly, who was hit by a kind of blue laser.

"Mother!" Emily came to her in desperation as people ran scared, trying to escape from the murderous teacher.

John shot her but his effort was in vain. In the blink of an eye, Arthur and Miss. Callum had disappeared without explanation.

"Molly, Molly!" He knelt down beside her. "Molly can you hear me?"

"She's alive godfather," Emily said as she checked before, as she had learned from her parents, "but I cannot tell you what hit her."

"I didn't see it," John was starting to despair, "Ben!"

The boy appeared from his hiding place since the confusion with Arthur had begun.

"I saw and I know what struck Mrs. Holmes Grandpa" Ben told "come with me. Mrs. Holmes can stay in my room."

So John carried Molly into his arms and he and Emily followed Ben to his room in Stonyhurst.