Young Sherlock Holmes: Fire Storm

Young Sherlock Holmes: Fire Storm

Language: English

Pages: 0

ISBN: 1445846624

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Young Sherlock Holmes: Fire Storm

Language: English

Pages: 0

ISBN: 1445846624

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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asked, keeping his eyes fixed on Marky’s eyes, looking for some indication that the man was about to strike with his hook-tipped pole. ‘The alternative is that you put that pole down and come with me. The boss wants to talk with you, is all. Just a little talk.’ Sherlock shook his head. ‘Based on what I’ve done, I think I’ve got a better chance with your friend outside than with Josh Harkness. At least I’d die quickly.’ Marky shrugged. ‘I see your point, I really do. It’s a conundrum, isn’t

decoded it, the words said simply: ‘Joseph Lamner, you will die tomorrow. Set your affairs in order. Prepare to meet your Maker.’ Sherlock turned reluctantly away from the personal advertisements before he became too obsessed with them and skim-read the rest of the newspaper. Two pages contained little snippets of news from around the country, and Sherlock found his gaze snagged by one report in particular, which involved the city to which they were travelling. EDINBURGH. Prominent businessman

didn’t seem to be part of their orders. The shooting continued sporadically, but no longer felt dangerous. The shouting and screaming from below was reaching banshee proportions now. Sherlock didn’t know how many men Scobell had down there, but it sounded like they were all either incapacitated or otherwise distracted. They would have been expecting a handful of desperate runners whom they could easily subdue, but instead they’d got an avalanche of rocks. ‘Come on!’ he yelled. With Crowe,

him in the air and threw him to the ground. The crowd went wild, yelling and cheering. Moments later Sherlock was being carried out of that room as well. The next had a walkway round the edge and a rectangular pit in the middle, like a swimming pool. Except that there was no water, and a waist-high fence made of wide wooden panels ran all the way round the edge of the pit. Sherlock could smell a rank, feral odour. Something made a snarling sound. Sherlock realized that there was an animal

left wasn’t going to make him think any faster. His gaze was skittering around the area of the burrows, looking for something, anything that might be important, when he suddenly realized that there was something unusual on the ground. It was brown and dry, and looked a bit like a long, straight worm. He stared at it for a few moments, wondering why a dead worm would be laid out as straight as that, before he realized. It wasn’t a worm. It was the mark left where someone had spat a mouthful of

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