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Watching the Detective…

08 Sep

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From the Diary of Doctor J. Watson

“Have to say, old bean,” I muttered as I ushered Holmes into the kitchen. “I’m a bit confused.”

My companion smiled sardonically. “I was a little confused myself, Watson, until a few hours ago, but tell me what you know, old friend.”

He closed the door and while I lit the gas and boiled the kettle again, I recounted our recent activities.

When I’d finished, he nodded grimly. “It is as I feared. Now, Watson, I see from your stupefied expression that you are wondering what brought me here?” He stuffed a batch of hard grimy shag into his Meerschaum, lit the stinking weed and puffed away intermittently as he talked. “When I received your message detailing your holiday plans, I determined to make the most of my leisure time. Since I had no outstanding cases, I embarked on that monograph I’ve been meaning to write concerning the distinctive hierarchy and societal customs inherent in the particular breed of bovine cowdungius we encountered at Cold Comfort Farm.”

“Ah,” said I. “So you were in the moood for it, eh?” I giggled.

Holmes raised an eyebrow reprovingly.

“Sorry. Continue please.”

He nodded. “I had previously ordered several cow-related periodicals in preparation for my research. However, as I flicked through them, I came across a magazine which I had definitely not requested. Jackboots Monthly is a journal which my dear brother Mycroft brought to my attention some months ago – he suspected there may be some need for my services vis-à-vis the usual world-domination mad-bastard type evil plot. However, nothing came of it. Until now…”

Mary popped her head round the door. “You two playing nicely? The natives are getting restless.”

“Thank you Mrs Watson. We shall be out directly.”

When Mary had closed the door, he continued. “I was about to put the filthy rag aside when I noticed something strange. Part of an article entitled Stormtrooper in Stilettos, on the subject of planning invasions, had been circled in green ink. A note scribbled in the margin read: Milford Junction, perhaps???

“But Holmes!” I shrieked, “This is Milford Junction!”

“Really Watson, you have an unenviable talent for the fucking obvious. Yes, this is the aforementioned intersection, and having perused your letter I realised you and your dear wife would be in its vicinity and might well be in a position to comment on the situation.”

“But Holmes…” I said, filling the teapot.

“But me no buts, Watson, I know what you’re thinking, which is why my next action was to telegraph the station from which you departed this morning. I received a speedy reply confirming my suspicions.”

“You mean..?”

“Yes, old friend – your journey was deliberately interrupted by a person or persons unknown. And I suspect the intention was to ensure that you, a respected medical man, would observe a certain phenomenon.”

“The ghost train?”

He nodded solemnly. “The very same. Someone requires an independent witness.”

“But what has that…”

“…Got to do with Nazis? No idea, but I took the liberty of borrowing one of Mycroft’s Steam-powered hydro-lifty-plane devices and arrived here in what I suspect is the nick of time.” He opened the door and looked out at our companions. “Show me the box.”

I led Holmes out onto the platform and started towards the place we’d left the crate, but it had mysteriously disappeared. “My God, Holmes,” I cried. “It’s mysteriously disappeared!”

The great detective rubbed his chin. “Hmm. I wonder what time the next train’s due?”

“I’ll ask the stationmaster,” I said, heading back to the waiting room.

“No!” Holmes grabbed my arm. “He’ll no doubt tell us what he wants us to hear.”

“You think he’s in on it?”

“Of course.” He gave me a slightly pitying look. “You were brought here to observe, Watson. However, you and I shall be observing something very different. Tell me, were you standing on the platform when the train last went through?”

“That’s right Holmes. Just about here, in fact.”

“And the train went that way, away from the bridge?”

“Right again, old bean. What are you getting at?”

“When it comes through here again, you and I are going to hitch a ride…”

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6 Comments

Posted by on September 8, 2016 in Detective Fiction

 

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6 responses to “Watching the Detective…

  1. stephrichmond

    September 8, 2016 at 10:45 PM

    Ooooo eeerrrrr…… the plot thickens 😉

    Liked by 2 people

     
  2. colingarrow

    September 9, 2016 at 5:59 AM

    Yes. It’s a gravy train. 😉

    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. Anita Cooper

    September 10, 2016 at 11:30 PM

    Love it!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  4. The Girl With Purple Dockers

    September 12, 2016 at 10:40 AM

    Really great piece ,lovely to see someone of a different generation to me writing something which is regarded as fanfiction. I can’t wait for your next piece.
    ~SS

    Liked by 1 person

     

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