Jacqueline homes

This story is already writen it is 245 pages at the moment. but that isn't alot if it's riten on 6x4in not book.

Chapter 2


“What have you two been doing?” he looks between the two of us.

“I have been helping Dr. Watson find his medical and floral books.” He looks at the doctor.

“What do you need them for Watson?”

“I don’t need them. I’m letting Miss. Cole barrow them while she stays with us.” He turns to me with a questioning gaze.

“I’m very interested in medical and floral studies. I wish to add to my knowledge of these things while I still can.” He nods.

“I do be leave dinner is ready shall we head in.” I nod. “I hope you like chicken Miss. Cole.”

“I do.” I smile at him, getting one in return. He hold up his arm to me, I lop with his as we head in to the dinning room. After dinner the doctor helped me bring his books to my room. I thanked him and retired to my room. I changed into my sleepwear and slip in to bed with one of the doctor’s books. A knock sounds on the door to my room. I look over at the clock on the side table, it read 11 o’clock.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Sherlock.” I wondered what he was doing at my door at such a late hour.

“Hold on one moment.” I climb out of bed and grab my shall that lay on my discarded luggage. I opened the door; he stood with his lean back facing me. His hair was some what tousled. He was wearing a long white night shirt and crimson slippers. I looked him up and down; he had the most beautiful gray eyes. He smiled at me and handed me two books.

“Here are some books that I thought you would enjoy. One is on chemistry and the other is my work on soles of London.” I smiled at him.

“Thank you Mr. Holmes. I’m almost done with one of the doctor’s medical books.” He smiles.

“Well I you sleep well Miss. Cole. I bid you good night.”

“Good night Mr. Holmes.” He gives a little bow and turned down the hall. I herd a door close down the hall. I then closed my door and climbed back into bed. It was rather late so I decided that I had read enough for the night, so I retired.

I wake up a week later at 7 o’clock; I dressed and went down stairs. I had one of the doctor’s books in hand and one of Mr. Holmes books under my arm. I herd some movement in the sitting room. I knock on the door.

“You can come in Miss. Cole. I open the door and walk in. Mr. Holmes is on his knees stoking the coals in the fireplace.
“Good morning Mr. Holmes.” I sit down in a chair. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Yes please.” I poor us each a cup of tea. I hand him his after he gets the fire going. “Thank you.” I open the doctor’s book and begin to read. Half an hour later Mr. Holmes and I where sitting a cross from each other eating are breakfast, when there was a knock on the front door. We here voices down the hall.

“I can smell a Cuban cigar from here.” He looked up at me suddenly from reading the paper. He smells the air.

“Yes I believe you are right. It must be blackmail or some other problem.” He stands up and folds the paper. “So excuse me Miss. Cole.” I nod and he leaves the room. An hour later Dr. Watson comes down for breakfast.

“Good morning Miss. Cole what are you reading.” He comes and sits next to me.

“Good morning.” I am reading a book that Mr. Holmes lent me last night.” He looks a bit up seat that I was not reading one of his books. I smiled at him. “I just finished one of yours this morning.” He looked surprised. “I started reading it last night after dinner.”

“What is Holmes doing now?”

“He has a client that arrived about 7:30.” He nods.

“You must be a early riser.”

“Sometimes.” He poured him self a cup of coffee. I stand up. “Well I must be going before the postman makes his rounds. I’m sending a letter to my brother.” I walk out the door and up the stairs to my room I grab my letter to my brother. I heard the door close as I walked out of my room. I walk back down the stair and grab my coat. I walk back into the dinning room. “Dr. Watson I think I will go for a short walk after I drop of the letter.” He nods. I turn back down the hall and head out the front door. I button up my coat as I look down the street. I hear a voice behind me.


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