Title: Bauxing Day
Author: gardnerhill
Fandom: ACD
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Word Count: 221b
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: A little metallurgic history.
Author's Notes: Written for the January 2022 Holmes Minor monthly prompt “foil.”
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Holmes had toyed with Sir Peter Wentworth’s complaint for several days; a noble’s gradually-disappearing valuables was the best case he could find during Christmas season. But early on the 26th he called me downstairs and contacted Scotland Yard.
The leavings from the peer’s holiday table were covered in shiny tinfoil, ready for the servants’ households as was traditional. I smiled to myself; even a lord’s tinfoil was prettier and shinier than a common man’s.
That was what Holmes saw too. With a cry he leaped to the table and jabbed a finger at one foil-covered dish. “Watson! The foil!”
I touched one edge and gaped at how lightweight and thin the shiny stuff was. So much thinner and lighter than tin. It wasn’t tin, but–
I gasped. “Aluminium, Holmes!”
Aluminium foil covered every dish that had been destined to exit the house; a fortune in aluminium, the table holding more wealth than if every plate and tray were gilded. The servants had been trading Sir Peter’s goods for aluminium and had planned to smuggle his wealth out disguised as humble tinfoil covers for servants’ meals.
Holmes held one crinkly, costly sheet. “It won’t stay expensive much longer, Watson. New extraction techniques will transform a precious metal into a useful one soon. Light but strong, perfect for crutches! We shall conquer bauxite.”
Author: gardnerhill
Fandom: ACD
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Word Count: 221b
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: A little metallurgic history.
Author's Notes: Written for the January 2022 Holmes Minor monthly prompt “foil.”
***
Holmes had toyed with Sir Peter Wentworth’s complaint for several days; a noble’s gradually-disappearing valuables was the best case he could find during Christmas season. But early on the 26th he called me downstairs and contacted Scotland Yard.
The leavings from the peer’s holiday table were covered in shiny tinfoil, ready for the servants’ households as was traditional. I smiled to myself; even a lord’s tinfoil was prettier and shinier than a common man’s.
That was what Holmes saw too. With a cry he leaped to the table and jabbed a finger at one foil-covered dish. “Watson! The foil!”
I touched one edge and gaped at how lightweight and thin the shiny stuff was. So much thinner and lighter than tin. It wasn’t tin, but–
I gasped. “Aluminium, Holmes!”
Aluminium foil covered every dish that had been destined to exit the house; a fortune in aluminium, the table holding more wealth than if every plate and tray were gilded. The servants had been trading Sir Peter’s goods for aluminium and had planned to smuggle his wealth out disguised as humble tinfoil covers for servants’ meals.
Holmes held one crinkly, costly sheet. “It won’t stay expensive much longer, Watson. New extraction techniques will transform a precious metal into a useful one soon. Light but strong, perfect for crutches! We shall conquer bauxite.”
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Date: 2022-02-04 07:04 am (UTC)That's why "The Singular Affair" was so singular - today someone with a platinum crutch would be just as amazing.