Fic: It's a gift: G
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holmes_minorTitle: It's a gift
Length: 221b
Characters: Holmes & Watson
Rating: Gen
Notes: Forscfrankles. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Featuring a great passion which you and I share. Dialogue only.
“How do you do it, my dear Holmes?”
“It’s a gift, my dear Watson.”
“I’ll say! Do explain your reasoning.”
“The wounds on the victims revealed much about the killer’s identity. First, the shape of the wounds told the angle at which they were inflicted. I concluded the murderer must have, however improbable, swooped down upon his targets from above, like an owl attacking its prey. All other possibilities were eliminated by my demonstrations, you’ll allow?”
“Yes, I saw. By the way, we owe Mrs. Matheson, the dressmaker, for two mannequins.”
“The price of genius, Watson.”
“Is apparently eight pounds, six pence.”
“I had to consider what kind of person would be able to execute such maneuvers. Secondly, the shape of the wounds suggested a certain type of blade. That narrowed the field, too.”
“Yes.”
“And, finally, the samples I collected from the wounds. The woody fibres were from flax, flax being processed for clothing. And, thus, it became a matter of finding someone who met all criteria.”
“OH!”
“My dear man, I know it’s difficult, but pull yourself together.”
“No, I just thought of the perfect title for the chronicle should it be published in The Strand.”
“Oh?”
“The Case of the Flying Scutchman!”
“How do you do it, Watson?”
“It’s a gift, Holmes.”
“And it’s not even my birthday.”
Length: 221b
Characters: Holmes & Watson
Rating: Gen
Notes: For
scfrankles. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Featuring a great passion which you and I share. Dialogue only.“How do you do it, my dear Holmes?”
“It’s a gift, my dear Watson.”
“I’ll say! Do explain your reasoning.”
“The wounds on the victims revealed much about the killer’s identity. First, the shape of the wounds told the angle at which they were inflicted. I concluded the murderer must have, however improbable, swooped down upon his targets from above, like an owl attacking its prey. All other possibilities were eliminated by my demonstrations, you’ll allow?”
“Yes, I saw. By the way, we owe Mrs. Matheson, the dressmaker, for two mannequins.”
“The price of genius, Watson.”
“Is apparently eight pounds, six pence.”
“I had to consider what kind of person would be able to execute such maneuvers. Secondly, the shape of the wounds suggested a certain type of blade. That narrowed the field, too.”
“Yes.”
“And, finally, the samples I collected from the wounds. The woody fibres were from flax, flax being processed for clothing. And, thus, it became a matter of finding someone who met all criteria.”
“OH!”
“My dear man, I know it’s difficult, but pull yourself together.”
“No, I just thought of the perfect title for the chronicle should it be published in The Strand.”
“Oh?”
“The Case of the Flying Scutchman!”
“How do you do it, Watson?”
“It’s a gift, Holmes.”
“And it’s not even my birthday.”
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Date: 2020-08-06 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-08-06 02:22 pm (UTC)It is so wonderful to be friends with someone who also appreciates the deep delights of wordplay ^____^ One of my greatest passions indeed ^___^ Thank you so, so much for this lovely present - it put such a big smile on my face ^____^
And I learnt a new word! I must admit I had to look up "scutch" ^^" Oddly enough just last night I learnt a new and similar Dutch word "vervezelen", which is when you chop old clothes back down into fibres, so the fibres can be spun and made into new clothes. It's so great when things start matching up like that ^___^
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