Do you know Jack?
Max grabbed him by the shoulders, “Jack did you do this? Is this some kind of sick joke?”
Holmes focused our attentions back to the task at hand. He tore back the covers from the bed. In the middle was a spot of blood.
“I think you will find when you examine the body, there will be a wound on the left elbow.” Holmes turned to our young visitor. “And who might you be?”
“I’d ask you the same bloody question?” He struggled against the innkeeper.
“I am Sherlock Holmes; this is my friend and colleague Doctor Watson. I believe you know the innkeeper and this is Inspector Hopkins of Scotland Yard.”
“I be Jack Brookstead.”
“I am very sorry to have to inform you of this, in this situation Mr. Brookstead; however, your mother has committed suicide.” Holmes reported dryly. “I have lots of questions to ask you Mr. Brookstead. You can answer them here, or I can encourage Inspector Hopkins to give you a more suitable venue in which to talk.”
Max released his captive but placed himself in the doorway preventing any sudden escape. Jack looked wild eyed back and forth between the three of us.
“What be your questions?”
There was a chair beside the bed. Holmes moved it over for Jack to sit in. He sat down with curious caution.
“Jack?” Holmes questioned with the tone of his voice. “Your mother apparently hung herself. Why do you think she would have done that?”
“Sure I know not.” Jack turned his nose to the ceiling.
“We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. I had much rather do it the easy way.” Holmes walked over to the window with this hands clasped behind his back. Jack said not a word. “It is apparent that your mother hung herself in the backyard of a neighbor’s house. Adhered to her chest was a note written in red.” Holmes took the piece of paper from his pocket and held it up to the wall. “As you can see Jack, they were written by the same person. Judas, Jack, why is Judas important? The phrases in this room are pleading. She is begging someone to forgive her of something. What did she do Jack? What was so unforgivable? Who did she betray? What has happened to the person that she betrayed? Why did she feel compelled to betray in the first place? What are you hiding Jack?” With each question Holmes asked his voice became more elevated. Which was not his style at all. With the last word Jack, he hissed it out. “Would you like for me to read you the story of Judas, Jack? The night stand will no doubt produce a copy of the Bible.”
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Thanks for sharing this idea Anita
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