July 16 - British character
Title: Murder at the Cathedral
Author: Pompey
Universe: BBC
Rating: PG
Warnings: Book-verse, so deviates quite a bit from the Disney version most people know. (Also a bit dark)
Word count: 312
Summary: There’s nothing Sherlock likes better than a seemingly perfect crime. Bonus if it’s a murder.
Prompt: July 16 - “I Feel A Bit Prouder Knowing Sherlock Holmes Is British”
The story was that the nanny had taken the two little children in her care to get gingerbread from some sweetshop John had never heard of. Apart from that last part, it seemed an airtight alibi. And the children were adamant that the nanny had been with them the entire afternoon -- “Except for when she and Mrs. Corry went into the back kitchen, but only for a couple minutes.”
And how could the children be so sure it was only a couple minutes? “Because Mrs. Corry’s daughter started singing ‘My Old Man Said Follow the Van’ when they left and she was finishing the last verse when they came back,” said the girl. “She never sings when Mrs. Corry’s around.”
“I think she’s afraid of Mrs. Corry,” the boy added sadly. “Mrs. Corry isn’t very nice to her.”
Well. That was a bit odd but certainly not anything more than circumstantial evidence at best. Besides, a couple minutes was nowhere near enough time to get from the sweetshop to St. Paul’s Cathedral - let alone get to the cathedral, murder a homeless woman, and get back again.
And yet, the nanny was at present the only person with the slightest bit of motive. She had publically expressed dislike and contempt for the woman, her “sparrers”, and her selling bits of stale bread to feed the pigeons. Then today one of the pigeons had dared to relieve itself on the nanny’s brand new hat, infuriating her.
John glanced at Sherlock as they walked away. “You think it was the nanny, don’t you.”
“I know it was her.”
“But . . . how? I mean, how did she do it? She was only gone for five minutes!”
Sherlock squared his shoulders. “It will be a challenge to prove it, I’ll admit. Her crime was practically perfect in every way.”
Author: Pompey
Universe: BBC
Rating: PG
Warnings: Book-verse, so deviates quite a bit from the Disney version most people know. (Also a bit dark)
Word count: 312
Summary: There’s nothing Sherlock likes better than a seemingly perfect crime. Bonus if it’s a murder.
Prompt: July 16 - “I Feel A Bit Prouder Knowing Sherlock Holmes Is British”
The story was that the nanny had taken the two little children in her care to get gingerbread from some sweetshop John had never heard of. Apart from that last part, it seemed an airtight alibi. And the children were adamant that the nanny had been with them the entire afternoon -- “Except for when she and Mrs. Corry went into the back kitchen, but only for a couple minutes.”
And how could the children be so sure it was only a couple minutes? “Because Mrs. Corry’s daughter started singing ‘My Old Man Said Follow the Van’ when they left and she was finishing the last verse when they came back,” said the girl. “She never sings when Mrs. Corry’s around.”
“I think she’s afraid of Mrs. Corry,” the boy added sadly. “Mrs. Corry isn’t very nice to her.”
Well. That was a bit odd but certainly not anything more than circumstantial evidence at best. Besides, a couple minutes was nowhere near enough time to get from the sweetshop to St. Paul’s Cathedral - let alone get to the cathedral, murder a homeless woman, and get back again.
And yet, the nanny was at present the only person with the slightest bit of motive. She had publically expressed dislike and contempt for the woman, her “sparrers”, and her selling bits of stale bread to feed the pigeons. Then today one of the pigeons had dared to relieve itself on the nanny’s brand new hat, infuriating her.
John glanced at Sherlock as they walked away. “You think it was the nanny, don’t you.”
“I know it was her.”
“But . . . how? I mean, how did she do it? She was only gone for five minutes!”
Sherlock squared his shoulders. “It will be a challenge to prove it, I’ll admit. Her crime was practically perfect in every way.”