Born To Be Wild~Enola Holmes [ON BREAK]

7."We are lady detectives."

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The carriage rode in to the entrance of Basilweather hall, both girls sat in black. They were dressed as widows.

"Miss May Beatrice Posy, Miss Kate Lily Mason."

Both the girls pulled the thin fabric from off their head in a formal manner. They stood straight, standing in the lone some hallway.

"For the Lady Tewkesbury, Marchioness of Basilweather." He stated before walking off, leaving the girls alone in the hall.

"What is your business here?" Sir Whimbrel asked.

"We're private detectives." Emilia answered him.

"We've come to offer out services." Enola finished.

"My sister-in-law has all the help she needs. Show her out."

"We believe we can help you."

"You are a reporter for one of those dirty newspapers." The Mother assumed in which Emilia felt offended. If she was to be a reporter, in which she never even had a desire to be, she would not like her newspaper to be called dirty.

"We are lady detectives." Emilia consulted, offended.

"Please leave, before we make you leave." The woman said.

" We work for Sherlock Holmes." Enola called out, leaving the room speechless.

"We- we're his assistants." Emilia stutter, her accent screwing up the word 'assistants'.

"He sent us ahead of time to prepare the ground." Enola told the room, confident. The girls walked forward, back straight and head held high.

"Sherlock holmes is interested in our case?"She asked, walking forward and filling up the distance between the three.

Both the girls nodded hesitantly, "And he sent along two widows to fleece his path?"

" Widowhood doesn't impact our ability to do our jobs." Emilia told the woman, looking at Enola.

"Sherlock trusts us to-" Enola started before getting cut off, "Poppycock- I'm sorry but I have heard enough. You do not know Sherlock Holmes" A man said, coming from out the hidden hallway.

"I am Lestrade of Scotland Yard, and i'm a close personal friend of Sherlock Holmes"

"So you claim."