Fic: Reverse Ferret: G
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holmes_minorForm/Word Count: 340
Characters/Pairing: Inspector Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson, the Ferret
Rating: G
Warning/Content: At the weekend Boris Johnson, UK Prime Minister, referred to a reverse ferret. Presumably this is what he had in mind.
“Your informant must have been mistaken,” Jenkins said, with an oily smile. “As you can see there’s no sign of the stolen plate here.”
Holmes and Lestrade exchanged glances. Both were convinced the man was lying, but without any proof, they could do nothing about it.
Suddenly, they heard rattling which seemed to be coming from within a small cabinet standing in one corner of the room.
“What was that?” Lestrade asked, looking pointedly at the cabinet.
Jenkins walked across and opened the cabinet doors. “There’s nothing there,” he said, shutting the doors.
He moved away and the noise sounded again.
Holmes strode over and threw the doors open, then shook his head, since the cabinet was clearly empty.
“Allow me,” Dr Watson said. He ran his fingers around the inside edge of the cabinet, before saying “Ah!” and pressing a spring.
Various items of ceremonial plate fell forward and a shadowy object seemed to slip out at one side.
Jenkins ran to the door, but Lestrade was too quick for him and soon had the snarling man in handcuffs.
Having confirmed that Lestrade was able to continue the investigation on his own, Holmes and Watson left together.
Once they were back in Baker Street, Holmes said, “You see, I knew your time as a magician would prove useful at some point.”
Watson snorted and the Ferret, climbing out of Watson’s pocket, declaimed, “The magician and his assistant.”
Watson snorted again and said, “How did you find yourself in the hidden compartment? You normally need me to press the button and push you through the gap.”
“My svelte form does not require any assistance,” the Ferret protested. “I was about to come out of the cabinet when I heard you coming back into the room, so I performed a reverse ferret and slid gracefully through into the hidden section.”
“You mean you fell.” Mouselet, who was listening to the tale, added.
“Some might be of that opinion, but it is not one that I adhere to,” the Ferret replied haughtily.
