Sherlock Holmes in 2012: TIMELESS DUEL by Mohammad Bahareth Page B
Authors: Mohammad Bahareth
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back shortly-I hope.”
Wells nodded and stepped back while Irene lowered the upper part of the globe, sealing itself promptly onto its lower counterpart. She waved at him and in a moment was gone to join Holmes in Washington on November 29, 2010.
“Ah, Henry, is it?” James, Moriarty’s footman, said to Irene’s houseman as the latter was depositing a large sea-trunk in the back of the carriage.
“That’d be my name, yes, and who might you be?” Henry asked, wiping his hands on a red handkerchief that he had pulled out of his pocket.
“I am James Gilbert, a friend of the family, you might say.”
“And what brought you to these parts or to Miss Adler’s house-she is not home, don’t you know?”
“Yes, yes, I am aware of her absence, and that’s the reason for my visit-truth be told.”
Henry looked at the fellow curiously-uncomprehending. “Did you say that you came calling because the mistress is away? Why would you do such a thing?”
“No-no, my dear fellow, I came calling as you say, expecting to find Miss Adler home, of course, but since I saw you putting a trunk in the back of her carriage, I readily assumed she was going somewhere . or maybe that she was gone already.”
Now thoroughly confused with this convoluted explanation, Henry shook his head. “I have not the faintest what you’re on about, sir, but all I can tell you is that Miss Adler is gone riding with friends of hers this morning, and then she’ll be leaving this afternoon for Dover.”
“For Dover?” James repeated, opening his eyes wide. “Is she then planning to board passage to somewhere?”
“Yeah, you got it. She’s told me to have this trunk there”—Henry pointed at the item—”sent for consignment in Dover, and waiting for her departure on board the Stephanos tonight-that’s what she said. And that’s where I’m going.” Henry climbed onto the seat in front of the carriage and grabbed the horses’ reins, looking down at Moriarty’s footman. “Anything else you’d like to know before I get on with it?”
“No-no, my dear man.,” and then as an afterthought, “Am I correct to assume that the Stephanos is sailing for Athens?”
“Could you think of another place where a sail would go with a name like “Stephanos”?” Henry chuckled, cracking the whip on the horses’ hinds and leaving James standing on the pavement agape.
As soon as James returned to the professor’s house, he went immediately to his master’s study to report the news of Irene’s intended departure that night.
“You say she’s going to Greece? But what on earth would she be wanting there?” Moriarty asked, taken aback.
James shook his head. “Well, sir, after their houseman departed, I made further inquiries with the parlor maid-a girl named Cynthia-and she told me that she has a brother who’s disappeared some months ago and that her mistress had decided to go to Athens to find out what had become of him.”
“Is that so?” Moriarty asked, visibly puzzled. “Why would she do that?”
“I haven’t the faintest, sir.”
“Of course, you wouldn’t,” the professor grumbled. “Do we know when the ship is due to set sail?”
“I will telephone the Dover office and find out if you wish.”
“Yes, you do that., by all means,” Moriarty said, getting up from his favorite chair. “And once you have obtained the information, we will prepare to go to Dover ourselves and apprehend Miss Adler before she has time to set foot on the gangway.” He began pacing the floor, and then turned abruptly to his footman-the latter about to leave the room. “I don’t want her to leave the British Isles, do you hear me ?”
At the booming sound of these words, James left the study, nodding.
Dr. Nebogipfel was waiting for him. Mycroft had left his house in London in a hurry, the night before Irene’s departure. He had changed into garbs that would have been frowned upon, had he shown himself dressed in such attire at
Wells nodded and stepped back while Irene lowered the upper part of the globe, sealing itself promptly onto its lower counterpart. She waved at him and in a moment was gone to join Holmes in Washington on November 29, 2010.
“Ah, Henry, is it?” James, Moriarty’s footman, said to Irene’s houseman as the latter was depositing a large sea-trunk in the back of the carriage.
“That’d be my name, yes, and who might you be?” Henry asked, wiping his hands on a red handkerchief that he had pulled out of his pocket.
“I am James Gilbert, a friend of the family, you might say.”
“And what brought you to these parts or to Miss Adler’s house-she is not home, don’t you know?”
“Yes, yes, I am aware of her absence, and that’s the reason for my visit-truth be told.”
Henry looked at the fellow curiously-uncomprehending. “Did you say that you came calling because the mistress is away? Why would you do such a thing?”
“No-no, my dear fellow, I came calling as you say, expecting to find Miss Adler home, of course, but since I saw you putting a trunk in the back of her carriage, I readily assumed she was going somewhere . or maybe that she was gone already.”
Now thoroughly confused with this convoluted explanation, Henry shook his head. “I have not the faintest what you’re on about, sir, but all I can tell you is that Miss Adler is gone riding with friends of hers this morning, and then she’ll be leaving this afternoon for Dover.”
“For Dover?” James repeated, opening his eyes wide. “Is she then planning to board passage to somewhere?”
“Yeah, you got it. She’s told me to have this trunk there”—Henry pointed at the item—”sent for consignment in Dover, and waiting for her departure on board the Stephanos tonight-that’s what she said. And that’s where I’m going.” Henry climbed onto the seat in front of the carriage and grabbed the horses’ reins, looking down at Moriarty’s footman. “Anything else you’d like to know before I get on with it?”
“No-no, my dear man.,” and then as an afterthought, “Am I correct to assume that the Stephanos is sailing for Athens?”
“Could you think of another place where a sail would go with a name like “Stephanos”?” Henry chuckled, cracking the whip on the horses’ hinds and leaving James standing on the pavement agape.
As soon as James returned to the professor’s house, he went immediately to his master’s study to report the news of Irene’s intended departure that night.
“You say she’s going to Greece? But what on earth would she be wanting there?” Moriarty asked, taken aback.
James shook his head. “Well, sir, after their houseman departed, I made further inquiries with the parlor maid-a girl named Cynthia-and she told me that she has a brother who’s disappeared some months ago and that her mistress had decided to go to Athens to find out what had become of him.”
“Is that so?” Moriarty asked, visibly puzzled. “Why would she do that?”
“I haven’t the faintest, sir.”
“Of course, you wouldn’t,” the professor grumbled. “Do we know when the ship is due to set sail?”
“I will telephone the Dover office and find out if you wish.”
“Yes, you do that., by all means,” Moriarty said, getting up from his favorite chair. “And once you have obtained the information, we will prepare to go to Dover ourselves and apprehend Miss Adler before she has time to set foot on the gangway.” He began pacing the floor, and then turned abruptly to his footman-the latter about to leave the room. “I don’t want her to leave the British Isles, do you hear me ?”
At the booming sound of these words, James left the study, nodding.
Dr. Nebogipfel was waiting for him. Mycroft had left his house in London in a hurry, the night before Irene’s departure. He had changed into garbs that would have been frowned upon, had he shown himself dressed in such attire at
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