“Hmm, I think this place looks like a ruddy shack,” says Sherlock. “I don’t think anyone let alone the president of the biggest industry in London would live here.” Sherlock knocked on the door and got no answer.
“I think this is a time for non formalities.” pronounced Sherlock and then he kicked open the door with an extra push from the cold autumn air outside.
Sherlock tread upon the threshold, kicking up a few leaves from the magnolia tree outside, and surveyed the room. It was an utter mess, with all the chairs knocked over and every …show more content…
We can go to jail for this!” Watson angrily whispered. Sherlock went to the window and pulled up the blinds to let light into the pitch blackness. “Well, you have been standing at the door I have found what I think might be the locket.” Sherlock said to Watson with a smirk. “Then why haven't you gotten it yet?” said Watson looking around cautiously. Sherlock moved over to the cupboard and pulled the handle. Nothing happened. He pulled it again and then it opened. There lay a gold locket decorated with a very large ruby set into the window. “Well, here it is.” said Sherlock. “Good, now can we go?” said …show more content…
Is it valuable to you?” Sherlock said with a sneer. “I want it because it is my property and you have no right to be here!” shouted Leon. Leon walked across the room and snached it out of Sherlock’s hands. “That you for your cooperation.” said Leon with a hint of sarcasticness and on that note, he walked out the door.
“What was that about?” said Watson. “He wanted it too badly and he would try to get it kindly. He doesn’t like getting blood on his hands.” said Sherlock. “Then we have to get it back, after all that is what we need for Mrs. Hudson.” said Watson. “Yes, where would he go next though?” said Sherlock. A phone went ‘whoop’.
“Ok, what is it now Mrs. Hudson?!” said Sherlock angrily as he looked at his phone, then he went quiet.
“What is it now?” said Watson quietly.
“I think we have a source who knows where Leon is going.” pronounced Sherlock.
“Really? Who it it then?” asked Watson.
“I don’t know.” said Sherlock proudly.
As Sherlock and Watson rush to the city bank in a taxi, Sherlock’s phone ‘whoops’ again. “Two minutes to get there before it goes down.” said