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Chapter Five.
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𝓘t was two days later, and Amelia hadn't received word from Enola. The Holmes girl had bought a disguise, declaring something substantial about being a widow, then a carriage to head to Basilwether Hall. She figured if she was to understand the boy, she must live in his shoes. Amelia was tasked with finding the other Holmes siblings, a task that once again proved easy. Sherlock was tracing their steps. She found him at Limehouse Lane, taking an interest in one quite blown-up building. Perhaps that's why Enola smelt of ash. So he was a little bit further behind than she expected.
Mycroft was the more difficult one to find, as she had no idea as to where he would be. She started with all the common areas, bars, men's lounges (she managed to get in thanks to Enola's genius idea of dressing like a boy), and finally, a hairdresser. This salon was the best in London, and if she knew Mycroft Holmes, he would settle for nothing less. She managed to peruse the appointment book until she saw his name scribbled in for later that day, and hung around inside until that time, pretending to be the owners nephew. Just before his appointment, she noticed a different man walk in. He had dark black hair, including facial hair, and a fancy suit on. He paced straight through to the back, shoving cash into the clerks hand and heading in.
Amelia took note of this, then stuffed her face in a newspaper as Mycroft walked in. He greeted the clerk who led him to the back. Amelia watched with curious eyes, however, they closed the door. She had no way of hearing what was happening unless she could get closer to that room. With the clerk eyeing her every few minutes, she had to be quick about it. She slowly got up, feigning a stretch before walking over to the shelf next to the door. The clerks eyes remained on his checkbook, so she was able to sneak by him and around the corner. Out of eyesight, she pressed her ear to the door.
"...And what she knew of Sherlock... oh she knew a great deal.." she heard a voice she assumed to be the man's from earlier. She then heard Mycroft, but his voice was quieter. He was farther away. She plugged her other ear.
"I've been engaged in trying to do so for a number of days..." he growled. They must've been talking about Enola, but she needed to be sure before she sounded the alarm. What Mycroft would want with this man, she didn't know. He was supposed to be finding her himself, but maybe he had hired help to do so.
"Of course... she's your sister." The other man laughed, followed by Mycroft yelling something at him. Amelia gasped quietly. So, this man had been in contact with Enola yesterday, and was coming to report back to Mycroft.
"I hope you know the other girl wasn't with her. I've been tasked to find her by some girls' asylum not far from Ferndell Hall. She's an escapee," the man declared, and Amelia's heart jumped. So this man was also on her case, and she was right outside the door!
