Fic: Poisoned Chocolates: Gen
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holmes_minorTitle: Poisoned Chocolates
Rating: Gen
Length: 400
Summary: Holmes & Watson confront a poisoned chocolates murderer.
“…so you found me, Mister Holmes,” said the old man seated in the armchair. “Good evening, doctor.”
“As you desired. Had you not left a trail, it would have taken longer.”
“Time is something I do not have, Mister Holmes, as Doctor Watson can tell you in more detail than me. You know, I read your chronicles, Doctor Watson, in The Strand with much interest. You said something about a doctor goes wrong, he is the first of criminals…”
“One hardly expects judges to go wrong,” I said coldly.
“But why shouldn’t we?” answered the man. “After all, we are human, are not?”
“The game is up. You overturned Stewart’s sentence so you could play that hideous game with him,” I retorted.
“He was a sporting man. That was his problem.”
“You presented him with a box of chocolates. At gunpoint, you demand he remove the number of chocolates corresponding to the number years of his life you spared, then demand he eat them, revealing that one in the box contained cyanide.”
“My mother always said I read too many novels as a child. It was, in fact, injurious to my health. Who knew?” The old man chuckled wetly. “The wisdom of our elders.”
“Smith talked. He told us everything.”
The judge sighed. “That was always Smith’s problem.”
“But what about Mrs. Foster?”
“I’m sorry. Who?”
“You murdered Mrs. Jane Foster,” said Holmes with a sneer. “What was always her problem?”
“I’m afraid you’re muddling your cases, my good man.”
“I am not your good man,” returned Holmes. “The chocolate you left at Doctor Watson’s surgery.”
“After my last consultation with the doctor, I knew the sands of my hourglass were dwindling and I had to draw your attention. In all the years I have been Doctor Watson’s patient, his disdain for such confections has endured. I knew he wouldn’t eat it, but the wrapper would connect it with Stewart’s death.”
“But the good woman who cleans his surgery was not so abstemious. She was tempted, poor wretch, and suffered the ultimate penalty.”
“Indeed? Like Eve. Interesting.”
“I can’t believe I never suspected you were mad, Judge,” said I with contempt. “And devoid of human feeling. All those years.”
“Your attention was on this unhelpful carcass. So, please, turn me over to the authorities. I shan’t live to see a trial much less a sentencing. But I’ve had my fun.”
Rating: Gen
Length: 400
Summary: Holmes & Watson confront a poisoned chocolates murderer.
“…so you found me, Mister Holmes,” said the old man seated in the armchair. “Good evening, doctor.”
“As you desired. Had you not left a trail, it would have taken longer.”
“Time is something I do not have, Mister Holmes, as Doctor Watson can tell you in more detail than me. You know, I read your chronicles, Doctor Watson, in The Strand with much interest. You said something about a doctor goes wrong, he is the first of criminals…”
“One hardly expects judges to go wrong,” I said coldly.
“But why shouldn’t we?” answered the man. “After all, we are human, are not?”
“The game is up. You overturned Stewart’s sentence so you could play that hideous game with him,” I retorted.
“He was a sporting man. That was his problem.”
“You presented him with a box of chocolates. At gunpoint, you demand he remove the number of chocolates corresponding to the number years of his life you spared, then demand he eat them, revealing that one in the box contained cyanide.”
“My mother always said I read too many novels as a child. It was, in fact, injurious to my health. Who knew?” The old man chuckled wetly. “The wisdom of our elders.”
“Smith talked. He told us everything.”
The judge sighed. “That was always Smith’s problem.”
“But what about Mrs. Foster?”
“I’m sorry. Who?”
“You murdered Mrs. Jane Foster,” said Holmes with a sneer. “What was always her problem?”
“I’m afraid you’re muddling your cases, my good man.”
“I am not your good man,” returned Holmes. “The chocolate you left at Doctor Watson’s surgery.”
“After my last consultation with the doctor, I knew the sands of my hourglass were dwindling and I had to draw your attention. In all the years I have been Doctor Watson’s patient, his disdain for such confections has endured. I knew he wouldn’t eat it, but the wrapper would connect it with Stewart’s death.”
“But the good woman who cleans his surgery was not so abstemious. She was tempted, poor wretch, and suffered the ultimate penalty.”
“Indeed? Like Eve. Interesting.”
“I can’t believe I never suspected you were mad, Judge,” said I with contempt. “And devoid of human feeling. All those years.”
“Your attention was on this unhelpful carcass. So, please, turn me over to the authorities. I shan’t live to see a trial much less a sentencing. But I’ve had my fun.”
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