The Snake
There was a knock at the door. We had been so busy with our mystery that we heard not the bell.
“Come,” Holmes scolded.
It was Mrs. Hudson, “a gentleman here to see you sir.”
Holmes ran to his room, reappearing with a coat, and threw it on the table; then turned to the window, “show him up.”
A very well dressed man came in, taking off his hat. There were stripes of gray throughout his hair and the hair around his ears had started to grizzle.
My first impression of the man was a snake: a giant gray snake that was lurking in the shadows waiting to squeeze his next victim. He created in my bones a chill. I quickly composed myself, “come in.” I greeted the man as he walked into the room. “I am Doctor Watson; my friend and colleague Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Sit.” I showed him to the sofa. “How can we be of service?”
“Well gentleman, I am here to seek your assistance finding someone.”
“Missing persons is a matter for the police.” Holmes spoke from the window.
“I did all that,” replied our guest.
“And?” Asked I.
“Nothing sir; not a trace. I gave them a full account of my story with the hopes that they will get back to me as quickly as possible.”
I looked over at Holmes. He remained quiet still with his back to us staring out the window. “Tell us your tale.” I finally asked the chap. Not quite sure what to do since I was getting no direction from Holmes in making a decision in the matter.
“There is not much to tell.” His manner was much uninvolved; there was no inflection in his voice.
“Get out.” Holmes spoke in a low agitated voice that astonished me.
“I beg your pardon.” Our guest looked confused. “I have heard you can be rude at times. But sir, this is appalling.”
Holmes’ voice remained the same, “get out.”
“Well I never.” Our guest collected his hat and left.
I turned to Holmes just in time to watch him melt to the floor. “Holmes!” He was shaking violently. “Holmes?” I ran to the door. “Mrs. Hudson! Come quickly.”
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