The Adventure of the Double Holmes
by Pat Cuadros (prccu at hotmail.com)
Watson, the compudroid, drummed his fingers impatiently upon his
armchair with anxiety, wondering what could be keeping Holmes at so late an
hour. He perked up as he heard the door open and went to greet his friend.
"What kept you, Holmes? I was worried that something terrible had happened!"
Holmes hung his deerstalker cap and Inverness as he answered
indifferently, "Nothing, nothing at all, Watson."
"Are you all right, Holmes?" Watson asked.
"Fine," Holmes answered icily, turning on his heel and going to his
Watson returned to his chair, deeply perplexed by Holmes' cold
manner. What had happened during his walk to make Holmes so distracted?
He decided to bring the matter up privately with Lestrade the next morning.
After slamming his door, Holmes placed his hands on his temples and
pulled off an elasto-mask, revealing the 'face' beneath that was made of
"Watson?" asked Inspector Beth Lestrade the next morning, as her
image came upon the screen. "Is Holmes there?"
"Good morning, Beth," Holmes called cheerfully from behind his
"You wish!" the woman with brown hair streaked with grey shot back.
As usual, she was clad in her police uniform. "Come over to Charing Cross
Hospital immediately. There's been...."
"A robbery?" the detective supplied blandly.
"....Y-yes," she answered, startled for a brief moment. "See you
Holmes turned off the communicator monitor and pulled on his
Inverness and deerstalker. "But Holmes," Watson said, "you didn't touch
"I don't need it," he replied coldly. "Let us go."
"Oh...right," the compudroid stammered, now even more suspicious
about Holmes' manner.
"Somebody came in here and managed to to hack into the main computer
files, taking all the ones on some new cures that are being researched for
the rarest forms of cancer. My question is, 'why would anyone want that
stuff?'" Lestrade asked Holmes as he gazed into the main computer room.
"What did the tech personnel find?" Holmes asked, ignoring her
"Nothing; it's as if they just disappeared," she said.
Holmes entered the room and examined it briefly, giving Watson an
opportunity to speak with Lestrade. "Holmes has been acting very strange
within the last 12 hours."
"What do you mean? He seems the same to me."
"To you but not to me," he replied with a troubled expression.
"He'll get over it," she reassured him.
Watson became hopeful as Lestrade smiled at him. It was rare to see
a genuine smile from her, since she was usually being sarcastic or
defensive with her wisecracks.
An old man strolled aimlessly into an electronic department store.
He wore an old, yet still in good condition, black modern coat with black
pants and boots. He had purchased the pants and boots earlier that morning
to match his coat, since he had stepped out earlier with brown trousers and
shoes. He had thick grey hair, bushy eyebrows, a moustache, and blue eyes.
Thank the Lord for Tennyson and his aunt, he thought to
himself with relief in his eyes.
A female reporter with blond hair and red clothing appeared on the
store monitor screen in front of the man. "A robbery occurred in the
computer system of Charing Cross Hospital last night, during which security
monitors were temporarily put out of order. The files on new topics of
research pertaining to cancer were stolen and New Scotland Yard is now
thoroughly investigating the matter."
The old man gasped as current security footage showed Sherlock
Holmes pacing up and down the room with Lestrade and Watson in the doorway,
watching him. It's my attacker, he thought, perturbed, as he turned
away from the monitor when the news report had ended. I can't do anything
now except remain in the shadows. Beth, I hope that imposter won't do
anything to harm you.
I would never forgive myself if you were to get hurt by his
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