Power of the Pen: A (finally named!) Sherlock Holmes fanfic part III (or II, depending...)
So, here's another part of Power of the Pen, which is what I finally ended up calling that SH fanfic I've been working on... I'm not sure where this bit is going to go--probably between the last two things I posted on here. I'm not entirely sure what I think of this chapter (for one thing, I did no research whatsoever, for another, I was mostly asleep when I wrote it).
I decided I had to put Lestrade in here somewhere, because I'm just so very fond of him :D *is slight Lestrade fangirl, perhaps...* I don't mean to make Gregson sound like too much of a prick, but he'll just have to for this chapter.
Fragments from the desk of Inspector G. Lestrade:
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Lestrade--
The robbery case is being wrapped up. We don't have the man, but we have the goods, and that's the best we're going to get, I'm afraid.
Bradstreet
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-Mrs. Tolliver + Miss. Smith no longer revieving blckmail threats--assumed gone down with M.
-Murder of Mr. Briggs M's work
-Two recent robberies M's work
-Three more of M's crew rounded up (ran, the scoundrels)
-Buy bread on way home (assuming I get there)
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Lestrade--
I have just cleared up the murder of Lord Selachii (it was Venturi, of course). If you find yourself needing any extra help with one of your cases don't hesitate to ask.
--Gregson
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Inspector Lestrade,
I'm afraid Gordon will not be back on his feet as soon as you'd like--he is well out of danger, but the bullet managed to lodge itself under a rib, and it was rather difficult to remove. Wilson, however, is perfectly all right, and eager to get back to work.
I will have Gordon back to full health as soon as possible. Hopefully there will not be such a dramatic deluge of damage to your constables in the near future; if things remain relatively quiet I should be quite surprised if he does not make a full recovery within two weeks.
--Dr. J. Ward
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INSPECTOR LESTRADE
PUZZLING MURDER STOP COME EDGEWAY ROAD STOP
WILSON
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Two more confessions from Moriarty's men. And a few pointed fingers. Honour among thieves, hah.
--Bradstreet
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Lestrade--
I hear you have been assigned to the rather puzzling murder on Edgeway Road. I have just successfully concluded another case. Do tell me if you desire any sort of assistance.
--Gregson
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Mr. Robert Jordan, 63, killed in his house by a blunt instrument. "From Lucinda, with love" written on a scrap of paper lying on the floor next to him. Pockets filled with rocks. Why dickins?
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Lestrade--
It has been two weeks--perhaps someone else should take over Edgeway Road?
--Gregson
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Edgeway Road:
-Mr. Jordan--retired lawyer, 63 yrs of age, lived alone
-Generally disliked by neighbours, colleagues, probably own grandmother
-Was last seen leaving his club
-Killed with blunt instrument; stabbed multiple times--crime of pssn?
-"From Lucinda, with love" found next to him--no one knows who Lucinda is
-No sign of forced entry; door locked from inside
-Why the devil were his pockets filled with rocks?
-Blast it all, if only we still had Sherlock Holmes!