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Title: Watson to the Rescue
Form/Wordcount: 492
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson, A N Other
Rating: PG
Warnings/Content: A telegram arrives, but this time it's for Holmes.

It’s said that travel broadens the mind, but for some it merely appears to reinforce prejudices.

With Mrs Hudson away taking a well-earned holiday, Holmes and Watson were eating breakfast and Holmes was complaining about the state of the eggs, when there was a knock at the door and a voice sang out, “Telegram, sir!”

“Come in!”

Holmes held out his hand to the boy as he entered, who said instead, “It’s for Dr Watson, sir.”

The lad waited while Watson read the telegram before saying, “Is there any reply?”

Watson scrawled, ‘Will come at once, JW.’

The boy peered at the message, screwed up his nose at the handwriting, and nodded.

Watson stood up and said, “I’m sorry Holmes, you will have to continue your investigation without me today.”

He picked up his hat, coat and bag before hurrying down the stairs.  Passing the new cook he called out, “I’ll be back in time for supper,” and made a mental note to see if he had time for a decent breakfast at the railway station before he had to catch his train.

As soon as he arrived at the respectable south coast seaside town, Watson made his way to the police station.  There he was met by a very apologetic policeman on the front desk.

“I’m afraid the lady is in one of the cells,” he said.  She has caused us no trouble, and we have done everything we could to make her comfortable.  We arranged for her breakfast to be brought over from the Esplanade Hotel.”

“I am sure you have behaved entirely properly,” Dr Watson replied.  “Could you escort me to the lady, please?”

After five minutes in the cell, Watson re-appeared.  “I believe you will find it was food poisoning which caused the lady to behave as she did.  I’m sure you understand ladies of a certain age have delicate constitutions.  If you were to permit the lady to leave with me, I would be happy to sign a document to that effect.”

The policeman was only too happy to oblige, and five minutes later Dr Watson and Mrs Hudson were heading back to the railway station.

“Delicate constitution my foot,” Mrs Hudson exclaimed.  “If I had such a constitution I wouldn’t have coped all these years with Mr Holmes.”

“I know,” the doctor replied, “but it was the quickest and easiest way to get you out of there.  But do tell me, what exactly happened?”

“We were at dinner when a stuffy colonel began to repeat his comments to our fellow diners that it would be no loss to society if his actions were to cause the death of some of the working class.  I had previously said I did not hold with this point of view, but he ignored my objections, so I poured soup over him.”

Watson chuckled.  “That doesn’t sound that dreadful.”

“I broke the tureen over his head in order to do so.”

Date: 2017-06-09 02:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] okapi1895.livejournal.com
I love that she calls Watson to bail her out. Not as relaxing a holiday as hoped.

Date: 2017-06-09 09:38 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] scfrankles.livejournal.com
*cheers* Good old Mrs. Hudson ^___^

I started to catch on at ā€œIā€™m afraid the lady is in one of the cells,ā€ he said. Which is also where the laughter began ^__^

Date: 2017-06-09 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gardnerhill.livejournal.com
Uh oh, landlady's off the chain!

Date: 2017-06-17 03:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] debriswoman.livejournal.com
Not condoning violence or anything here but...yay, Mrs H!


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