DELICATE || TEWKESBURY [1]

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xi. Promises

LONDON AND BASILWETHER? WHICH WAY TO GO?

The automobile stopped its engine under Enola's control. She had stopped for a little too long, suggesting that the gears in her head were turning again. The girl who rode the horse frowned as she did so, "Why did we stop, Enola? Do you not wish to go back to London?"

"Enola, whatever you're thinking — "

"It's either bloody brilliant or trouble. I know where this is going. Out with it, E!"

"We need to go back to Basilwether," Enola said.

"What?!" Both Tewkesbury and Y/N exclaimed. The automobile took a turn to the path she wanted to go, followed by the girl who took the different transportation.

"An injustice has occurred. It's time to right some wrongs. You want a culprit, find the motive." Enola said.

"I don't understand." Tewkesbury stated.

"When were you due to be inducted into the Lords?" Holmes inquired.

"Imminently!"     "How would you have voted on the bill?"     "The same as my father. I'd be for it."     "Who knew that? And who stands to gain the estate with your father dead and if you die?"

Y/N's eyes widened. This finally makes sense.

"My uncle," the young lord answered in a tone of disbelief. "You think this is my uncle's doing?"

"Doesn't it make sense?"

"It does," L/N said.

"But he's a powerful man. What on earth could we do?" Tewkesbury exasperatedly inquired.

"Solve the crime, of course."

"Enola, we are all extremely lucky to have lived this long, and you want to drive us into a place where there is most certain danger?"

"Sometimes, Tewkesbury, you have to dangle your legs in the water to attract the bloody sharks!"

"Why would we want to attract the bloody sharks?!", Y/N and Tewkesbury asked in unison.

"Good point."

"I have never heard his voice crack before too," Y/N added.

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As they got to the estate, Y/N's heart pounded fast in her chest as her hands went cold and white. The moon was up in the night sky of twinkling stars and thick black clouds.

"This is a terrible idea. The closer we get, the worse this idea becomes. Why are we doing this?" Tewkesbury asked as the automobile stopped along with the horse. They got off their transportations and sighed.

"Unlike most well-bred ladies, Inwas never taught to embroider. I never molded wax roses, hemmed handkerchiefs or strung seashells. I was taught to watch and listen. I was taught to fight. This is what my mother made me for. Trust me...to find the answers we need, " Enola said. Y/N related to that, though she can't say she was never taught how to do those things when she really has.

"You don't know how to embroider?" Was the only thing the young lord asked after that inspirational speech.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "And this is the Lord we want to save? I don't know. I'm a bit skeptical here," she said tauntingly. The boy looked at her and placed his hand on his chest. "Ow."