Ms. Amber Jenkins had the appearance of someone who had been through a great deal in life. Her blue eyes were a little dimmed with a strange kind of sadness that made them seem to swim, her hands were callused and scarred, and her chin showed a little white scar.
"Mr. Holmes, sir, I've come because something terrible has happened, and I require your services. Should you wish for pay, I have some eight pounds saved up. I know that isn't much, but it is all I have and if you won't accept it-"
Holmes cut her off, a smile on his thin face. "My services are entirely free, Ms. Jenkins. I solve crimes for their own sake, not for the money. Now, what is this terrible, urgent matter that has caused you to come without warning and, may I add- without shoes."
Ms. Jenkins blushed, and pulled her bare feet under the hem of her plain brown dress. "I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, sir. What you must think of me! But there is nothing I can do about it now. Please, forgive me." She then cleared her throat, bit her lower lip for an instant, and continued. "The story which I have to tell is quite singular, I believe. It begins when I was 5- ten years ago. …show more content…
They were quiet folks, who enjoyed their own society better than any other. It is, in fact, probable that they never spoke more than business to a single soul besides themselves and me. My father owned a small, inconspicuous bakery, and so far as is known, never made an enemy. Yet, when I was 5, he was killed. Yes, killed, although the doctor found no wounds which could have caused death. However, my father was in the greatest of health. He had no medical problems, no possible indication of sickness. That he could have simply died, with no cause, was impossible. There was, however, no indication otherwise. He simply died one night, walking home along a deserted street, from the
"Mr. Holmes, sir, I've come because something terrible has happened, and I require your services. Should you wish for pay, I have some eight pounds saved up. I know that isn't much, but it is all I have and if you won't accept it-"
Holmes cut her off, a smile on his thin face. "My services are entirely free, Ms. Jenkins. I solve crimes for their own sake, not for the money. Now, what is this terrible, urgent matter that has caused you to come without warning and, may I add- without shoes."
Ms. Jenkins blushed, and pulled her bare feet under the hem of her plain brown dress. "I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, sir. What you must think of me! But there is nothing I can do about it now. Please, forgive me." She then cleared her throat, bit her lower lip for an instant, and continued. "The story which I have to tell is quite singular, I believe. It begins when I was 5- ten years ago. …show more content…
They were quiet folks, who enjoyed their own society better than any other. It is, in fact, probable that they never spoke more than business to a single soul besides themselves and me. My father owned a small, inconspicuous bakery, and so far as is known, never made an enemy. Yet, when I was 5, he was killed. Yes, killed, although the doctor found no wounds which could have caused death. However, my father was in the greatest of health. He had no medical problems, no possible indication of sickness. That he could have simply died, with no cause, was impossible. There was, however, no indication otherwise. He simply died one night, walking home along a deserted street, from the