Fic: Master Hopkins First Case: G
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holmes_minorTitle: Master Hopkins' First Case
Form/Word Count: 497
Characters/Pairing: Stanley Hopkins
Rating: G
Warning/Content: Stanley Hopkins (age 6) has a puzzle to solve.
Stanley Hopkins was in the breakfast room, saying good morning to his mother and father. There was a sudden crash, and he turned to see the housemaid had dropped a coffee cup on the floor. The maid had fallen to her knees, trying to sweep the pieces up and saying over and over “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Stanley saw his father was gesturing at someone outside, so he looked through the window and saw a strange man staring back. Then the gardener grabbed him and the man was gone.
At that moment, Nanny appeared. “Right, Master Stanley, time for your lessons.”
It was very annoying, because he wanted to know what had caused the maid, who he knew was very careful, to drop the cup, and what connection there was with the strange man.
“Who?” he began as he walked upstairs with Nanny.
“Never you mind,” Nanny replied. “We have lots of sums for you to work through today.”
As Stanley sat and did his, very boring, sums, he tried to think of a way to find out what had happened. He knew he couldn’t ask Nanny again, because then, instead of being allowed to play with his toy soldiers for ten minutes after he’d had his mid-morning milk, he’d be made to stand in the corner. He knew this, because this was what happened last time he’d tried investigating. He’d put a pile of books on top of a chair so he could see on top of a cupboard, and Nanny had found him balancing on one leg.
So, after he’d drunk his milk, he sat on the floor and played with his soldiers and continued to think about the problem. Whilst he was playing, an arm of one of the soldiers broke off. “Nanny!” Stanley wailed.
He gave her his toy and she looked at it thoughtfully. “I should be able to glue this back on for you,” she said.
“Thank you, Nanny.”
“It’s just a shame the same can’t be done for people,” she said with a sigh.
Stanley thought this a strange thing for Nanny to say. And then he thought about the man he’d seen through the window. One of the sleeves of his jacket had been pinned up. Perhaps the man had lost his arm.
Bravely, because he didn’t want to stand in the corner, but he also wanted to know if he was right, Stanley said, “That’s what happened to the man outside the window, isn’t it? He’s lost an arm.”
“That’s right, Master Stanley. And he gave poor Mabel quite a shock.”
Nanny spoke with quiet firmness, and Stanley knew not to ask any further questions. He thought the man must have been Mabel’s older brother, and that’s why she had been upset.
A few months later, a new housemaid started working for the Hopkins family. Nanny told Stanley Mabel had gone to be with the injured soldier. Stanley was glad he had someone to look after him.
Form/Word Count: 497
Characters/Pairing: Stanley Hopkins
Rating: G
Warning/Content: Stanley Hopkins (age 6) has a puzzle to solve.
Stanley Hopkins was in the breakfast room, saying good morning to his mother and father. There was a sudden crash, and he turned to see the housemaid had dropped a coffee cup on the floor. The maid had fallen to her knees, trying to sweep the pieces up and saying over and over “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Stanley saw his father was gesturing at someone outside, so he looked through the window and saw a strange man staring back. Then the gardener grabbed him and the man was gone.
At that moment, Nanny appeared. “Right, Master Stanley, time for your lessons.”
It was very annoying, because he wanted to know what had caused the maid, who he knew was very careful, to drop the cup, and what connection there was with the strange man.
“Who?” he began as he walked upstairs with Nanny.
“Never you mind,” Nanny replied. “We have lots of sums for you to work through today.”
As Stanley sat and did his, very boring, sums, he tried to think of a way to find out what had happened. He knew he couldn’t ask Nanny again, because then, instead of being allowed to play with his toy soldiers for ten minutes after he’d had his mid-morning milk, he’d be made to stand in the corner. He knew this, because this was what happened last time he’d tried investigating. He’d put a pile of books on top of a chair so he could see on top of a cupboard, and Nanny had found him balancing on one leg.
So, after he’d drunk his milk, he sat on the floor and played with his soldiers and continued to think about the problem. Whilst he was playing, an arm of one of the soldiers broke off. “Nanny!” Stanley wailed.
He gave her his toy and she looked at it thoughtfully. “I should be able to glue this back on for you,” she said.
“Thank you, Nanny.”
“It’s just a shame the same can’t be done for people,” she said with a sigh.
Stanley thought this a strange thing for Nanny to say. And then he thought about the man he’d seen through the window. One of the sleeves of his jacket had been pinned up. Perhaps the man had lost his arm.
Bravely, because he didn’t want to stand in the corner, but he also wanted to know if he was right, Stanley said, “That’s what happened to the man outside the window, isn’t it? He’s lost an arm.”
“That’s right, Master Stanley. And he gave poor Mabel quite a shock.”
Nanny spoke with quiet firmness, and Stanley knew not to ask any further questions. He thought the man must have been Mabel’s older brother, and that’s why she had been upset.
A few months later, a new housemaid started working for the Hopkins family. Nanny told Stanley Mabel had gone to be with the injured soldier. Stanley was glad he had someone to look after him.
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