A pile of letters silently fell from the mail slot to the house they had been addressed to. The address on the top most letter was 221B Baker Street and the recipient of that letter was none other than to a Mr. Sherlock Holmes. The door to the house opened as a man stepped inside, carefully stepping over the large pile of letters he placed his hat and scarf on the coat rack, placing his cane under his arm he bent down and retrieved all of the letters that were scattered in a small area on the floor. As he looked through the letters he sighed and looked up towards the top of the stairs. He turned as he started up the stairs. When he stopped at the top of the stairs he heard a loud crash from a room that was several feet from where he was standing. As he opened the door he jumped back a little in surprise, because an arrow had suddenly embedded itself in the door only a short distance from his head. He looked over at the arrow annoyed as he pulled it out of the door and walked further into the room. He stopped as he watched as another man approached him carrying what looked to be a small bow. Compared to himself the man seemed discombobulated and untidy. "Holmes, I would like to ask what it is you are working on this time, but i have come to know that i would regret it." The first man had said as he looked towards the man whom he had addressed to as "Holmes". "Its going to be a marvelous invention Watson just you see, it's a small bow that i have converted to shoot not only arrows but knives as well. Would you like a demonstration?" Holmes asked as he reached towards the arrow that Watson was holding, but before he could grab it Watson had broken the arrow in half and threw it into the fire that was in the fireplace next to him. "You could have said "no" instead of doing that." Holmes said as he placed the bow down on the ground and then deciding after looking at the fire and then at Watson to pick it back up and walk over to a chair, sitting down with it. "Every time you invent something new it either blows up, severely hurts my dog, or both." Watson said as he walked over towards the table that was sitting in front of Sherlock Holmes and placed the pile of letters on the table. "You must get out more Holmes and have a life there is more to living than sitting in this room." He said as he looked down at the pile of letters. "When was the last time you even left this room, there are letters here that have been addressed since a week ago." Watson sat down on a cozy chair that was on the opposite side of the table from Holmes. "For your information i had left this room early today for breakfast. I just don't trouble myself with checking the mail." He stated. "You knew that i was away on my honeymoon this past week." Watson said as he started to organize the mail that was on the table, placing the older letters closer to Sherlock. "Is that where you were this entire week, must have slipped my mind." He said as he picked up the first letter and looked at who it was addressed from, without even opening to view the note inside he had thrown the letter into the fireplace. Watson watched in shock at what it was Holmes had done to the first letter. "Nothing slips your mind you just refused to remember it, wasn't that letter important?" He question, but when no answer was given and Holmes had picked up another letter in the same fashion and started to look quickly at who the letter was from, starting to throw it into the fire was when Watson decided to take that letter and move the other letters away from Sherlock. "I think it would be best if i were to actually read the letters." He said as he started opening each letter one by one. After what had seemed like forever of Watson opening and reading the letters and Sherlock refusing to take the cases that were enclosed inside of them they had finally came to the last letter. The letter, just like many of the ones before it, were addressed from a week ago. Watson opened the letter and started to read:
Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes,
I am writing to you on the reference from Scotland Yard. It was stated that you and your assistant Dr. Watson were the best ones to contact for the dilemma that has occurred. I must apologize in advance for not being able to enclose the details to this dilemma in the letter that I have sent you, but have instead entrusted my two best detectives with the case details, who should be arriving in about one week to discuss with the two of you about the case more thoroughly. If you choose to accept the case, I will personally see to it that you will be rewarded, both from the United States and Scotland Yard.
Best of Luck, if you choose to accept,
Chief Detective Phil Anderson
Watson placed the letter down as he looked over towards his friend. He started to speak, but stopped when Sherlock interrupted him. "I know what you are going to say. Why on earth would Scotland Yards refer me to the United States and not take the case upon themselves? Maybe it is because it is a challenging case and they simply do not have the mentality for it." He said as he stood up and walked over towards the fireplace. "No actually I was going to ask how you could let an important letter such as this sit next to the door for a whole week?" He asked. "Well it does not matter now, because I have already made my decision." Sherlock stated. "I have decided that I am not going to choose to accept this case." He said as he turned away from the fire place and walked back over towards his chair, picking up his bow and the rest of his arrows in the process. Watson stood up and walked over towards Sherlock "How could you make a decision like that without even first knowing what the case is about?" Just when Sherlock was going to argue his decision there was a knock on the door. A couple of minutes later there were sounds of footsteps ascending the stairs on the far end of the hallway and continued on down the hall towards Sherlock's room. There was a light knock on the door. Watson walked over and upon opening the door saw a smaller lady with her hair tied neatly back and was dressed in housekeeper attire. Watson smiled "Good afternoon Ms. Hudson." The lady smiled back before speaking. "There are two ladies here who have come to speak with the two of you in regards of the letter that was sent from their boss." She said as she moved and motioned to the two girls next to her. "Ah yes, please come in, thank you Ms. Hudson." He said as he opened the door wider and let them walk into the room and then shut the door behind them. "Please sit anywhere you like." Watson stated as he took to his original seat across from Holmes.
Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes,
I am writing to you on the reference from Scotland Yard. It was stated that you and your assistant Dr. Watson were the best ones to contact for the dilemma that has occurred. I must apologize in advance for not being able to enclose the details to this dilemma in the letter that I have sent you, but have instead entrusted my two best detectives with the case details, who should be arriving in about one week to discuss with the two of you about the case more thoroughly. If you choose to accept the case, I will personally see to it that you will be rewarded, both from the United States and Scotland Yard.
Best of Luck, if you choose to accept,
Chief Detective Phil Anderson
Watson placed the letter down as he looked over towards his friend. He started to speak, but stopped when Sherlock interrupted him. "I know what you are going to say. Why on earth would Scotland Yards refer me to the United States and not take the case upon themselves? Maybe it is because it is a challenging case and they simply do not have the mentality for it." He said as he stood up and walked over towards the fireplace. "No actually I was going to ask how you could let an important letter such as this sit next to the door for a whole week?" He asked. "Well it does not matter now, because I have already made my decision." Sherlock stated. "I have decided that I am not going to choose to accept this case." He said as he turned away from the fire place and walked back over towards his chair, picking up his bow and the rest of his arrows in the process. Watson stood up and walked over towards Sherlock "How could you make a decision like that without even first knowing what the case is about?" Just when Sherlock was going to argue his decision there was a knock on the door. A couple of minutes later there were sounds of footsteps ascending the stairs on the far end of the hallway and continued on down the hall towards Sherlock's room. There was a light knock on the door. Watson walked over and upon opening the door saw a smaller lady with her hair tied neatly back and was dressed in housekeeper attire. Watson smiled "Good afternoon Ms. Hudson." The lady smiled back before speaking. "There are two ladies here who have come to speak with the two of you in regards of the letter that was sent from their boss." She said as she moved and motioned to the two girls next to her. "Ah yes, please come in, thank you Ms. Hudson." He said as he opened the door wider and let them walk into the room and then shut the door behind them. "Please sit anywhere you like." Watson stated as he took to his original seat across from Holmes.
