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The Missing Telephone

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It was a beautiful Friday evening and Holmes, Watson and I had just sat down to a light lunch. I thoughtfully consumed my lunch when Holmes leapt to his feet.
"My telephone!" He exclaimed. "It's missing!" I gasped in shock and Watson's custard tart fell from his hands.
We quickly went over the various places in the town that it could be when Constable Clark arrived. He was panting and out of breath.

"Clarky," said I, "What news do you bring?" Clarky hunched over to catch his breath.

"Guillermo!" He announced. "Mr. Guillermo has stolen Holmes' telephone!" I cried out in shock. If Guillermo had it then we were doomed. He was a well-known and very loyal henchman of Professor Moriarty himself. The chances of getting the telephone back were close to nothing and we all sat down to contemplate the situation.

"He is obviously not in Moriarty's lair as Clarky has only just arrived from that direction and if my calculations are correct, then I had lost my phone not fifteen minutes before Clarky came. That means that if Guillermo was in the lair, then he wouldn't have had enough time to escape without being caught by the constable." Holmes deducted. I nodded in understanding as Watson nibbled thoughtfully on his custard tart. Holmes reached behind him and whipped out his magnifying glass as I wondered vaguely where he kept the thing.
"Well, my friends, it appears that the game-" But I was quick to react.

"NO!" I yelled. "NO YOU DON'T!! IT'S MY CASE, I THOUGHT WE AGREED!" Holmes winced as I screamed in his ear.

"We agreed on nothing, Inspector." Holmes reminded me calmly. I fumed.

"But even so-" I argued.

"Fine! Dammit, man, just hurry up so we can find my telephone!" I smirked smugly and opened my mouth wide.

"THE GAME IS AFOOT!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as Watson and Holmes rolled their eyes.

We took a train to the Court Region where we presumed Guillermo to reside, and after ten rounds of "Go Fish" and several Queen songs, we arrived. The streets bustled with rowdy boys and boisterous men having loud conversations. A few women strolled the streets, browsing shops and windows. We searched the streets for someone who would help us, but no one seemed to notice us. Finally, Holmes recognized a man named Officer J. Holliber.

"Holliber!" Holmes called, but the daft man ignored him. I huffed in annoyance and called him as well. Finally, the officer turned around.

"Yes?"

"We're looking for Mr. Guillermo, have you seen him?" said Watson. Holliber shook his head and wished us good luck before strolling onward.

After searching all the suspected and unsuspected locations that Guillermo would be, we decided to try the Cadena Province. That was where one of Moriarty's many labs was. We travelled by carriage and after another round of Queen songs were recited, we arrived at the Cadena capital. After hours of searching, we stopped among a group of young ladies and asked for help. One shrugged, but said that she would try to reach us if she caught sight of Guillermo.

Suddenly, a scraggy old man limped out from the shadows and grasped Watson by the arm. He had long, shaggy hair and a long, untamed beard. I leapt back in shock and Holmes drew his pistol but the old man had already drawn begun to drag Watson away.

"Come and see the cat!" He rasped. "The cat, the cat, come see the cat!"

"Sir, please release my partner or I'll be forced to cause you harm." Holmes told him threateningly

The old man released Watson and limped away muttering "The cat, the cat, oh the cat."

We all ran away from the deranged old man when Holmes lit up like a bulb.

"Halt, men! I know now where Guillermo is!" He sprinted off and Watson and I shared a confused glance before hurrying after him. I perceived where we were headed.

"Vending Territory!" I said with realization. "Near the Theatre Sector of the Ally District!"

Holmes had already found the cluster of Moriarty's henchmen and we all pulled out our weapons. Guillermo sighed and released the telephone. We all cheered and turned to celebrate our victory with a nice, vanilla milkshake and maybe a round or three on the claw machine.
Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and George Lestrade and the Case of the Missing Telephone.

Holmes: TaylorMayedQueenie

Watson: morkio-tachibana

Lestrade: Me
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kiwi-islandtea's avatar
After the old guy tried to make Watson come see his cat I had to fave this XD