What if I were Sherlock Holmes?
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“Ah, Detective Watson, so glad they sent you.” Watson was the most competent detective on the force and the one least likely to miss important evidence. While I couldn’t say that it was exactly a pleasure to work with him, I could say that he knew what I could do to help him with the case, and he generally allowed me to do it – as long as it wouldn’t infringe on any laws or jeopardize the case.
“Holmes.” His voice was gruff but not unfriendly, just business like. Watson always tried to maintain a sense of dignity and decorum when there were other officers around. He lowered his voice just a little, “I presume you have already been at the scene.”
I inclined my head just a bit.
“Let’s go up and see what you have found before we let the dogs loose then, eh.” He raised his voice to the rest of the officers. “Set up a perimeter. Do not let anyone enter or leave the building. James, you’re with me.”
The three of us went up the stairs, and Watson told James to make sure no one entered the apartment. We went into the room and surveyed the scene again.
“Well, that bright red spot on his chest would seem to be the cause of death,” said Watson. “Did someone leave coffee on the stove?”
I smiled at that last. Watson had learned something from the cases we had worked in the past. In fact, officers were no longer allowed to wear any scent that may disrupt a crime scene.
“Someone sprayed a lilac scent recently.” Watson walked into the kitchen and found coffee on the stove. He turned the dial to off, careful to avoid ruining any possible prints. “So, Holmes, how did you find out about this death?”
“Well, Watson, you know that people come to me when they have a problem. The house lady is a particular friend of mine and rang me right after she rang you.”
“You do have so many particular friends.”
“One mustn’t let the boredom of everyday life get too tedious… So what say you?” I had got to the question first, which meant that he would have to answer. It was part of the game we played.
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“Ah, Detective Watson, so glad they sent you.” Watson was the most competent detective on the force and the one least likely to miss important evidence. While I couldn’t say that it was exactly a pleasure to work with him, I could say that he knew what I could do to help him with the case, and he generally allowed me to do it – as long as it wouldn’t infringe on any laws or jeopardize the case.
“Holmes.” His voice was gruff but not unfriendly, just business like. Watson always tried to maintain a sense of dignity and decorum when there were other officers around. He lowered his voice just a little, “I presume you have already been at the scene.”
I inclined my head just a bit.
“Let’s go up and see what you have found before we let the dogs loose then, eh.” He raised his voice to the rest of the officers. “Set up a perimeter. Do not let anyone enter or leave the building. James, you’re with me.”
The three of us went up the stairs, and Watson told James to make sure no one entered the apartment. We went into the room and surveyed the scene again.
“Well, that bright red spot on his chest would seem to be the cause of death,” said Watson. “Did someone leave coffee on the stove?”
I smiled at that last. Watson had learned something from the cases we had worked in the past. In fact, officers were no longer allowed to wear any scent that may disrupt a crime scene.
“Someone sprayed a lilac scent recently.” Watson walked into the kitchen and found coffee on the stove. He turned the dial to off, careful to avoid ruining any possible prints. “So, Holmes, how did you find out about this death?”
“Well, Watson, you know that people come to me when they have a problem. The house lady is a particular friend of mine and rang me right after she rang you.”
“You do have so many particular friends.”
“One mustn’t let the boredom of everyday life get too tedious… So what say you?” I had got to the question first, which meant that he would have to answer. It was part of the game we played.
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