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“But I fail to see how that could stop you. Love is the most powerful emotion I know.” “Watson.” “Do not Watson me.” She stood again, “soon you will know why. You will have the answer to your problem.” She turned to walk away, stopped, and then turned toward me again. “Watson, you will findContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”

One muggy August afternoon, Inspector Hopkins came calling. He was a sorry sight. His head was hung low with his hat in his hand. Holmes, myself, Lizzie and Mycroft were having tea. The good inspector took a deep breath. “Both?” Lizzie spoke from her seat on the window. Inspector Hopkins looked at her with shockContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”

“All things die good doctor. To me a bird in a cage is a sad bird; they fail to hold their splendor . Their colors are never as brilliant. Their songs never as lively as when they are in their natural element. Being in that cage does bad things to them.” “Surely people are different.Continue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”

Several days later Inspector Hopkins came to visit. This time we were all present as we spoke with him. Hopkins had developed an amazing time line of events and an incredible narrative. It was difficult for Holmes to give complements but he gave them freely to Hopkins on this occasion. And with Lizzie’s improving health,Continue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”

There was a knock at the door, “what now?” Holmes growled. He opened the door to Mrs. Hudson. She said not a word but handed him a card. Holmes thrust it at me. It read, Jamaal Xeteal Carib. I handed the card to Lizzie, “is this a real person?” I asked. “What kind of nameContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”

With each passing day, Lizzie was getting stronger. But she was far from being over her torture. I call it torture for there is no other way to describe what happened to her. One day in early summer, I came into the parlor to find her sitting in the window. “Dear lady, how are youContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”

“The bankers missing wife?” He gasped. “The same. Hopkins, you can tell no one that she is here. Whatever persons that did this to her may still be looking for her.” ‘Whatever persons?!’ I screamed in my head; as I shot Holmes a startled look. Hopkins went over to the small window that was inContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”

Back to the cold room and material; Vernet had already drawn the bed with the material on it. I took a deep breath, “here we go. 15th, December, Nineteen Hundred and Two; large mass of gray, soiled material.” “Visual inspection,” Vernet encouraged me. “Of course. Starting at bottom of bed, soiled material appears to beContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”

The December wind tore with force down Bakers Street. As the years progressed on me, my old wound pains me even more. Not to mention the normal ware on the human body with age. As the snow piled up on the sides of the buildings out our windows, it struck me as to the calmnessContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”

Holmes and I were eating a mouth full of dinner. I was thrilled that Holmes was trying to eat. He said not a word since we returned from Wiltshire. There came a knock at the door, a visitor came calling. “Watson,” Holmes sighed. “I have a pounding head,” his voice cracking with each word. “ShallContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”