The Case of the Desperate Nation
by Annie Magee (SKLesMisgirl at aol.com)
Inspector Lestrade stood in the kitchen of her tiny apartment,
making herself a sandwhich before returning to her duty. Strolling to her
couch, she was just about to sink her teeth into the sandwich when the
"Oh, who could that be? I can't even get something into my stomach
without being interrupted!" The holophone turned on automatically,
displaying her partner, the compudroid she called Watson.
"Lestrade, come quickly!" the droid looked panicked.
"What happened?" she barked trying to hide her worry.
"Holmes staggered into the house and just collasped. I examined him
and found a puncture wound from a needle. I called Sir Evan Hargreaves to
come over and examine Holmes' blood." Watson explained quickly.
"I'll be right over." Her voice was firm, but she was trying hard
to hide the concern that her dear friend was in danger. Leaving the
sandwich on the coffee table and grabbing her keys, she left.
When Lestrade arrived on Baker Street, she noticed that a silver
hovercar was set on the curb in front of the apartments where the
detective lived. She made her way up to flat B and opened the door
abruptly. Standing in the sitting room were the robot and a robust man
with receding white hair who was wearing a white lab coat. The police
inspector advanced towards the couch and saw Holmes lying there
unconscious, shaking and twitching as though he was in pain.
Sir Evan was the first to break the silence. "Hello again,
Inspector Lestrade," said he, politely offering his hand to shake, which
"Hello. Have you determined what's in his system?" she questioned
"It looks like a poison from South America, something that the
Native Americans used to kill enemies slowly. They were shot with it,
then the victim would experience nightmares and fever until they died.
They go in and out of consciousness at first, but then they lose
consciousness completely and never come back out of it. Victims die three
days after being shot with the poison. There was no known antidote for it
back then, but I can try to break down the elements in the poison and see
what I can do about making an antidote."
"Thank you, Sir Evan," she said softly. The doctor smiled kindly and
Suddenly, the screen of the computer came on, and all three recognized
who was on screen.
"Attention, citizens of New London, this is Professor Moriarty. I
have planted 4 bombs around New London and will detonate them and level
the city if I do not receive fifty million credits by three days from now.
And this message is for you, Inspector Lestrade. If you want to save
Sherlock Holmes' life, I want you to assure me that you will not pursue or
arrest me for any crime I may commit. I will contact you personally
for the confirmation. You have three days, ladies and gents. If you love
your city, you will pay up. Have a nice evening." The last comment
was followed by hideous laughter.
The three occupants of the room could only stand in silent shock.
What shook them from it was a feeble voice behind them.
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