I sat on the bench munching away a couple of biscuits in great gusto. My companion detective Sherlock Holmes sat beside me reading a newspaper as usual. The sound of a doorbell made us jump but it was only Holmes phone. He picked it up and answered. His fine voice boomed down through the receiver. He soon hung the call, his face revealing a comical expression of dismay.
“Why, I say it is the Mayoress. Apparently her son has been missing for a couple of days lately and the Mayor and her have been in an awful fuss about it”
He screwed up his brow and sighed heavily.
“She’s coming to visit us shortly in a couple of minutes. I say, look isn't that her?”
We both glanced in the direction of where an awfully posh lady on dainty heels walked smartly up to us.
“Holmes!” she cried. “I am so glad to see you.”
She wasn’t exactly quite what we expected. A glorious shower of golden hair toppled high into a bun, red lipstick hurriedly smeared and ill fitting cardigans on heavy drooping bosoms.
Holmes stood up in respect as the Mayoress sat down heavily on the bench opposite to ours.
“Well, well,” she said “I hope you don’t mind me bursting upon you like this?”
“No, no. Not at all” exclaimed Holmes at once. “My dear lady, whatever can I do for you?”
“Well, you see, we think my son was murdered,” she began “as an unaccountable number of people were walking round the forest yesterday as a daily stroll and then reported that there was screams from inside a nearby bush. Of course, everyone went to investigate and found the dead body of my son. He had a major cut and there was bite marks all over his body. Is there any way you can detect the murderer?”
“I’ll do the best I can,” said Holmes “so long as you can show me the very same spot your son had died?”
So cautiously the three of us walked up towards Hutters forest and the Mayoress led them cautiously to a clearing in the forest. Suddenly, a huge wild hairy creature rushed towards us and bit me hard on my leg. I fell down and moaned in pain. Sherlock Holmes knelt beside me and peered into my injured leg. The Mayoress gave a gasp.
“That’s exactly the same cut that my son had” she said.
“So that solves the mystery.” said Holmes “Your son was bitten by a wild monkey.”
Lady Mayoress sighed and nodded her head in understanding.
“Thanks Sherlock Holmes. Though it’s such a pity to lose a son” she said sadly and made her way down the lanes, sad and forgotten.
“Why, I say it is the Mayoress. Apparently her son has been missing for a couple of days lately and the Mayor and her have been in an awful fuss about it”
He screwed up his brow and sighed heavily.
“She’s coming to visit us shortly in a couple of minutes. I say, look isn't that her?”
We both glanced in the direction of where an awfully posh lady on dainty heels walked smartly up to us.
“Holmes!” she cried. “I am so glad to see you.”
She wasn’t exactly quite what we expected. A glorious shower of golden hair toppled high into a bun, red lipstick hurriedly smeared and ill fitting cardigans on heavy drooping bosoms.
Holmes stood up in respect as the Mayoress sat down heavily on the bench opposite to ours.
“Well, well,” she said “I hope you don’t mind me bursting upon you like this?”
“No, no. Not at all” exclaimed Holmes at once. “My dear lady, whatever can I do for you?”
“Well, you see, we think my son was murdered,” she began “as an unaccountable number of people were walking round the forest yesterday as a daily stroll and then reported that there was screams from inside a nearby bush. Of course, everyone went to investigate and found the dead body of my son. He had a major cut and there was bite marks all over his body. Is there any way you can detect the murderer?”
“I’ll do the best I can,” said Holmes “so long as you can show me the very same spot your son had died?”
So cautiously the three of us walked up towards Hutters forest and the Mayoress led them cautiously to a clearing in the forest. Suddenly, a huge wild hairy creature rushed towards us and bit me hard on my leg. I fell down and moaned in pain. Sherlock Holmes knelt beside me and peered into my injured leg. The Mayoress gave a gasp.
“That’s exactly the same cut that my son had” she said.
“So that solves the mystery.” said Holmes “Your son was bitten by a wild monkey.”
Lady Mayoress sighed and nodded her head in understanding.
“Thanks Sherlock Holmes. Though it’s such a pity to lose a son” she said sadly and made her way down the lanes, sad and forgotten.
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