John Pirillo"Writing fuels the heart and soul!" Science Fiction, Fantasy and Adventure Tales to Take Your Breath Away!
Chapter Sixty-Two, the conclusion of "Things that go bump in the NIght," a Sherlock Holmes Baker Street Adventure is now posted.
"Things that go bump in the Night"
by John Pirillo
Inspector Blackstone sat ramrod straight between Holmes and Watson, both of whom seemed to be in an incredibly positive mood, despite the outcome of the day.
"I just don't see how you two can be so cavalier about all of this." Blackstone commented.
"Have a scone dear." Mrs. Hudson urged him. "I'm sure it will improve your outlook remarkably."
Watson nudged Blackstone slightly. "She added a little extra to it for tonight."
Mrs. Hudson gave Watson a warm smile and Blackstone a wink, then began serving the other friends gathered about the sitting room, which was usually quite large enough, but was quite crowded now.
Challenger and Conan sat near the window, commisserating with Dracula over the hole in his shoulder and back.
"I'm sure a vampire as young as yourself will grow back the missing pieces soon enough." Challenger said kindly.
"I will help in any way I can." Conan reassured the Count.
Dracula sighed. He looked over at Madame Curie and Shareen. "If only..."
Challenger nudged him. "Don't even think it!"
Dracula gave him a nasty look. "I was merely thinking that if I had remembered to bring my rain coat with me, I wouldn't have to worry about getting water inside my body tonight."
"Oh!" Challenger said contritely.
Madame Curie and Lady Shareen sat with Professor Langston and Larry Talbot, who were joking like long time friends.
"You know what the werewolf said to the other werewolf who had just got run down by a Tesla truck?" Langston asked with a smile.
"Now there's a hairy situation if ever I saw one." Larry said with a vague smile, having heard that one a hundred times before.
Lady Shareen got up. Madame Curie looked at her. "Going so soon?"
"I've got a women's liberation meeting tomorrow in London Square. Mustn't be late and this has been much too long of a day...and night."
Madame Curie got up as well. "In that case let us share a cab, there's a few more things I'd like to discuss with you on the way home."
"Surely." Lady Shareen said with good grace.
They turned to Mrs. Hudson. "Do give Holmes and Watson our best and thanks for the evening." Lady Shareen said with utmost sincerity.
"I will." Mrs. Hudson said, leading them down the steps to the front of the flat.
A Tesla Cab was parked directly outside the door. She looked to her right and there was a long line of them. She smiled. "It never hurts to be prepared." She said to her friends with a wink.
The other two women laughed, shook her hand and headed to the Cab.
Upstairs Blackstone was still remorseful, but now he was nibbling on a scone. His third to be exact. His cheeks were getting a bit ruddy. "Not that I wanted a beheading. That would be unsportsmanlike of me."
"Undoubtedly." Holmes remarked, taking a puff of his pipe.
"Only thing that really bothers me about all of this, is how all the serial killings were tied to just one man." He finally said after his fourth scone.
Holmes looked to Watson, who took a sip of his tea, then sighed. "You see, Professor Moriarity never works alone. He never does his own dirty business, except in the torture of James, of course. But the serial murders he used a very nefarious gang of thieves known as the Bloody Hand Gang."
"Dear God! Do you know what you're saying then?"
"Yes." Watson replied. "The game is still afoot!"