The Adventure of the Cat's Eye

Part 3

by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at

Lestrade frowned. "It was stolen? Why didn't you go to the police?"
"Really, Lestrade," Holmes said, admonishing once again, "When you show your brains you hide them immediately. He cannot go to the police with his real name. If he did, a report would have to be made, and some unsavory character would find out that he was the one with the valuable stones. Neither can he give a false name. Do you think Grayson would be content with the name "Toutarien" or any other vague appellation?"
He abruptly changed the subject, "But now we must hear his story. That is what we came here for in the first place. Please continue on, good Toutarien."
The old man nodded. "Do either of you know the history of the Cat's Eye?"
Lestrade nodded. "No one knows exactly how old it is, or where it originally came from, but it is said that a scientist found it in the desert wastes during the war and took it to be analysed. It was found to be a pure emerald with no flaws, which is very rare -- actually, unheard of -- and the metal encasing it was silver, but different than any silver known here. Some sort of saying was engraved on the back in what appeared to be Old English, but the linguistics experts said that it wasn't quite. Then, a collector, you, came and bought it. That's all I know about it, anyway."
Lestrade looked over at Holmes when she had finished. He had a small frown on his face. "That is all I heard as well. It is rather vague, don't you think? But that isn't our concern at the moment; what's happened to it now, is. I presume it was taken from such a place that is so completely secure that it could not possibly be stolen?"
Again the old man smiled. "Well, now I suppose you expect me to say, 'But Holmes! How could you possibly have known that?' Well I won't, because I've known you for a long time now." He held up his hands when Lestrade started to protest that. "Yes, I suppose it doesn't seem that long, yet through stories and journals, I know him well. Just as you do, young lady, though you don't show it."
Holmes nodded as Lestrade stewed over what had been said. "Well," he said, "I will have to check the scene out, you know. You haven't touched anything? Good. We'll see you tomorrow then."
"No, not tomorrow," Toutarien corrected, "You have to stay at least the weekend here, or someone will get suspicious. Come now, Sherlock, it won't be that bad. There are many entertainments and other things to keep you amused." Then, the old man stood up, bowed, and left the tent.
The weekend passed quickly for Lestrade. It had been so long since she had been able to let her guard down and imagination run free. Of course, she supposed it went by dreadfully slow for Holmes. He complained about everything she tried to get him to do.
"I will not participate in any of this rot," he told her adamantly. "Look at the jousting! A more cumbersome and unskillful sport cannot be found, except perhaps for the swordfighting in full metal armor! And as for those wearing mail...those links would not protect against a heavy mace or a forceful attack with a sword."
On and on, throughout the weekend, he had something disparaging to say about everything. Lestrade was enjoying herself too much to pay any attention to him. To her it seemed to pass much too swiftly. Then it was over, and Holmes' foul mood lifted as they walked back through the gates and started walking towards Baker Street.

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