The Case of the Missing Irregular
by Stacey (SST205 at aol.com)
Wiggins stood at the bottom of the school steps, waiting.
What in the heck could Deidre have on her mind? he thought.
Whatever it is, I'm sure I won't like it....
The boy turned to see Deidre running down the front steps,
occasionally skipping one or two. "Come on, we've got to go!"
"Wha--where are we going?" Wiggins asked as she grabbed his wrist
and she pulled him along.
Still running, she looked over her shoulder and said, "The New
London Underground!" She turned her gaze ahead of her again and kept
At the rate Deidre was going, it didn't take the two long to get to
the cavernous opening. To Wiggins' relief, Deidre slowed down and stopped
at the entrance.
"What are we doing here?" he asked, flexing his wrist and rubbing
Deidre looked at him, her eyes flashing. "We're going to ask Miss
Agatha for some help."
For a moment, Wiggins didn't get what she meant. As Deidre turned
toward the steps, however, it came to him. "Hold it!" he cried, grabbing
her arm. In a lower tone he said, "You mean help with this buisness about
She looked him in the eye. "What else?"
"I don't think that's such a good idea."
Deidre scowled. "You don't think it's a good idea to get help to
find someone who's dear to us both!?"
Wiggins rolled his eyes and sighed. "It's not that at all. Just --
I don't know if we should be getting anyone else involved in this." He
pursed his lips, then said seriously, "Tennyson might get hurt."
The girl in front of him closed her eyes and clenched her fists.
Tears slid out of her eyes and down her cheeks. "Oh, Wiggins -- I just
feel -- so helpless sitting around waiting!"
Wiggins looked her in the face a moment, then exhaled. "Okay, maybe
we could get someone to help us look for him. I don't think we
should do anything crazy, though -- not without tellin' Mister Holmes."
Deidre wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "Thank you,
Wiggins," she said with a grin. "Now let's go."
The teens made their way into the darkness of the stairway, then
down into the tunnel.
"Miss Agatha?" Deidre called when she reached the bottom of the
Footsteps could be heard from the opening on the other side of the
tracks, and Miss Agatha appeared. "Deidre, Wiggins. Whatcha need?"
Deidre jumped down onto the subway tracks and made her way across.
"Miss Agatha, we need your help."
Behind her, Wiggins nodded. "Tennyson's in big trouble."
The woman scowled, a deep frown on her face. "Th' li'l 'un's been
nabbed, 'asn't 'e?"
Deidre stopped with her hands on the track wall, looking up at the
woman in amazement. "H-how did you know?"
The woman grinned slightly. "It's as I tol' you, Miss Agatha knows
a li'l bit a' ev'rythin'. Those two nasties th't grabbed Tennyson th'
first time 're th' ones what did it, too, I'll bet."
The boy and girl that stood below her looked at each other. If they
didn't know better, they would swear that Miss Agatha was Mister Holmes in
"No, darlins, Miss Agatha's not psychic -- that stuff's a bunch a
balderdash, anyways -- an' she's not related t' Sherlock 'Olmes, neither."
The older woman got down on her knees with a bit of moaning and
groaning, then put her legs over the side of the wall. "Y'see, kids, when
you've been around 'lower class' folk like myself fer most a yer life, y'
kinda get t' know 'em. I knew those two were up t' no good th' first time
they grabbed that poor boy."
"Miss Agatha, could you help us some way?" Deidre asked. "Maybe
send someone to look around?"
The woman looked down at her, her gaze sharp. "Did Mister 'Olmes
ask y' t' come down 'ere?"
Deidre and Wiggins looked at each other, then at the ground.
"I didn' think so. Look, kids, I know it's 'ard, but th' good Lord
does everythin' in 'Is time, 'e does. You two go on, now, an' 'elp Mister
'Olmes anyway you can. Th' best way y' c'n do it is t' pray fer 'im -- an'
Wiggins looked at Deidre. "Yes, ma'am."
He took her hand, and led her back across the tracks.
When they were on the surface, Deidre sighed loudly. "What a dummy
"You're not a dummy." Wiggins assured her. "You're just concerned."
She looked at him and grimaced, as though not entirely convinced.
"Thanks, Wiggins. Come on, let's get to Baker Street and see if Mister
Holmes has heard anything else."
On to Part 13!
Holmes was at that moment sitting on the couch in the sitting room
at Baker Street, lost in thought. He hoped the contact he planned to make
would work out....
There was a knock at the door that tore him out of his thoughts.
Before he could move, Watson headed for the door.
Upon opening it, the compudroid was surprised to find Mrs. Fayre
"Why, Mrs. Fayre! Come in, please!"
The woman nodded to Watson and stepped in.
Holmes got up off of the couch. "Mrs. Fayre," he greeted her,
noting the envelope in her hand. "What is it?"
She moved closer to him. Holmes noted that her jaw was set.
"I received this in the mail today," the woman said, tightening her
grip on the envelope and wrinkling it a bit. "I wanted you to see it."
"Watson--" Holmes said, taking his eyes off of the woman for only a
moment, then returning his gaze to her.
The compudroid moved to answer the door a second time, and found
Deidre and Wiggins there.
"Kids, come in." Holmes said, catching a glimpse of them out of the
corner of his eye. "I'm glad you're here. Mrs. Fayre just arrived
herself -- and I believe she has with her a ransom note from Tennyson's
The eyes on Tennyson's mother's pale face widened. "How -- how did
"Your demeanor, madam, gave it away." the detective answered.
"Originally, you were quite upset that your son had been kidnapped, as the
evidence of tear stains on your face showed."
The woman scowled slightly. "I still am."
"Yes, but now you're quite tense -- indicating that you've received
news -- not so much that your son has been taken, but also what his
kidnappers want. Your tension seems a mixture of following the kidnappers'
orders to the letter, and anticipation at the thought of getting your son
Deidre and Wiggins looked at each other, and Watson shook his head.
For a moment, Tennyson's mother stared at Holmes blankly.
"Yes -- yes, whatever you say," she blurted when she recovered
herself. "Please, sir--" she said, fairly shoving the envelope at him.
"Would you read it and see if you make anything of it?"
"Certainly," Holmes answered calmly, taking the envelope from her.
Deidre and Wiggins positioned themselves on either side of him, so
that they could read it, too.
Back to part 11.
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