Great Mouse Detective: Revealed Revenge

#4 Ratigan's Next Plot

By this time the rain was like a large bucket of water, pouring over London.

Down by the waterfront was the one and only, Henry Flaversham- Hiram's brother, was strolling along by the Rat Trap, where Basil was last loured into Ratigan's trap.

Henry walked into the Rat Trap- it was dead. Nobody was there, and three old, drunk gentlemice and Malcolm and Gretta: the bar staff and owners of the Rat Trap. All five of them were sat around a table, playing poker. As he entered, they all were shouting and bickering over the game, but as he opened the door, they immediately faded to silence.

Malcolm grinned.

"Alright there, mate!"

Henry didn't answer; he just walked to wards the table and pulled up a chair beside Gretta.

"Can we get you anything to drink?" Asked Gretta, as she took a draft on her cigarette.

"No, thank you." He replied. "But I would like a favour."

They all leaned to Henry.

"We're listening." Said one of the old, drunk mice.

"Miss Kitty... does she still work here?" Henry asked, "I was expecting her to be here tonight."

"Did you come for her in particular?" Gretta asked, being nosy,

"I came here not expecting for anything." Henry answered. "But the main reason I ask, is because I killed her sisters."

At that moment the thunder crashed and they all looked confused at the mouse. Henry had a sinister look.

"I can't let her see me."

"What are you talking about?" Malcolm asked.

Then, he pulled a zip, starting from his head downwards. There was-

They all gasped and stood up.

"Professor Ratigan?!" They all exclaimed.

He cackled quietly with a big grin on his face.

"Yes. That's right: I'm back. A few months ago, I killed Miss Kitty's sisters, disguised as Henry Flaversham." He tapped his fingers on both hands together.

"You're alive? How is that possible?" Asked Gretta, shocked.

"I don't have time to explain, I just need to know if you guys will help me with something big."

They were silent.

He scoffed, whilst casting an impatient face at them.

"Very well." He said, sarcastically, and turned towards the door.

"What do you need help me?" Asked one of the old drunk mice.

Feeling proud, he turned back, again with a grin.

"I'll get to that part last." Ratigan sniggered. "First I need to know where Miss Kitty is."

"It's funny you ask that- after her sisters... passed away, she started living with Basil of Baker Street. He was the only one that took her in. She has been living with him ever since." Answered Malcolm.

"Ah!" Laughed Ratigan. "So the detective has found himself a pleasure gate." Ratigan began to walk around the table.

"They're both really close now." Gretta added.

This just built more ideas for Ratigan.

"Perfect." Ratigan smirked, and began to walk around the table, using strong gestures with what he was saying. Most of the time raising his arms. "This is just the evidence I need!"