The Case of the Singular Suitor
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Watson looked at his friend, horrified. "But why do they want to hurt
Lestrade?" he asked.
"Any number of reasons, Watson," Holmes answered, "Fortunately we can
narrow down the possibilities. First of all, we know that someone was
supposed to kidnap her from her brother's house. After that failed, she
He paused and shook his head. "Until we get more information I can
offer no theories," he continued, "And the first thing I need to find out is
what Thomas Lestrade's role in this is. I have a feeling that once that is
known, the rest will fall into place."
"But how are you going to find that out?" Watson asked, "You heard
what he said about staying out of this. I doubt he would tell you."
"Ah, Watson," Holmes said, "There are other ways of getting
information than the direct way." He smiled.
Two hours later, back at their Baker Street lodgings, Holmes came
out of his room. Only it didn't look like Holmes. He had raven-black
hair, grey eyes, and he sported a moustache. In place of the
Victorian-style clothes, he wore a white polo shirt, khaki jeans, and black
"Where are you going in that getup, Holmes?" Watson queried. Holmes
just smiled and walked out the door.
Waiting on the corner for a cab, Holmes pulled out a small white
card. On it was the address of an exclusive restaurant, so exclusive that
it was known only as The Restaurant, and only by members. The members
consisted of Americans who had businesses in New London or other parts
Two hours earlier, Holmes had found out that Thomas Lestrade was a
member, and that The Restaurant was the one Lestrade had been asked to meet
her brother at. After getting this bit of information, it was a simple
matter of forging a membership card. He already had forged papers showing
that he owned a business. All he had to do was change it a bit to show
that he was an American.
When he arrived at the restaurant, a burly guard said in a gruff
voice, "Members only."
Holmes grinned in a disarming manner. "I am a member," he
said, with an American accent, and pulled out his forged card. The guard
took it suspiciously and studied it.
"All right, Mr. Baker," he allowed, "Everything seems to be in
order. Sorry for the inconvenience. Enjoy your meal, drink, or whatever
it is you decide to do."
He stepped aside and pulled open the door. As Holmes passed, he
noticed that the boots that the guard was wearing were the same size and
shape as one of the sets of footprints.
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