The Case of the Blown-Up Cottage
Part 3by Cyberwolf (wolf at mydestiny.net)
8/12/02
Lestrade immediately deposited the baby into the arms of a
startled Sherlock Holmes, who nearly dropped the baby. The child
cooed and snuggled closer to Holmes, grabbing two tiny fistfuls
of the fabric of the detective's shirt.
"Why are you giving him to me?" Holmes protested. He tried to
detach the baby from himself but froze when the baby gave a
protesting, irritated wail.
"Because, obviously, he wants YOU to hold him," Lestrade
returned. "Just hold the kid for a while; it won't hurt you."
The expression on Holmes' face as he glared at Lestrade seemed
to indicate that he did not feel the same.
Grayson was fighting a smirk. "Right, now that we have silence - "
Lestrade wondered how long it had been since they'd last had it.
"- we can proceed with the briefing."
"The baby on Mr Holmes's shoulder there..." Everyone took a
moment to look at the baby who was preoccupied in intently
studying the cloth of Holmes' shirt. "...is, so far as we can
tell, Henry James Evans. He is listed as being born on July 31,
2102, in Wales, to Lillian Evans. No father or birthplace is
given. And the reason that child is here is because we found him
late last night sitting in the middle of an impact crater that
could have only been caused by a meteor or a nuclear explosive!"
Grayson's voice rose by the end, as it tended to do when he was
excited.
Henry raised his head, looking at the funny loud man. He stuck
his fist into his mouth, sucking thoughtfully.
Grayson then proceeded to outline the case. Late last night
(meaning, Lestrade thought, glancing at her watch, a few hours
ago) a massive explosion was seen in a small town near the
England-Wales border. It was big, it was noisy, and it was
serious enough to have set off the early-warning systems of half-
a-dozen Western European nations.
Immediately a rapid-response team flew out to the site. To
their relief and puzzlement, they encountered no group of
fanatics or terrorists armed with explosives. All they found was
a baby, sitting in the middle of a huge pit some three meters
deep.
The cottage had been atop a hill.
Short and choppy. I know, I know. (sigh) Maybe it'll kick
off better tomorrow.
BTW, my knowledge of British geography isn't too great, so give
me a shout if you notice something wrong with my story. Or
pretend that in 2103 the geography changed. ^_^
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