|A Murder for Christmas (standard:mystery, 0 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Jun 03 2001||Views/Reads: 2550/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A mini-mystery featuring Sherlock Holmes.|
~A Murder for Christmas~ Holmes stared at the words ‘All I want for Christmas is. . .’ scrawled across the floor, in blood, by the now deceased Sir Rodney Sloane, Professor Emeritus of Languages, retired lately from Oxford. He drew silently on the stem of his curved pipe, then slowly exhaled a dense, blue cloud of smoke. “Where are the suspects?” he asked, in his typical laconic fashion. “In the drawing room, Mr. Holmes,” said Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard. “They were dinner guests of the professor last evening and were unable to leave the manor because of the sudden snow storm. There is a Mr. Eric Wilson, barrister; a Miss Kathleen Rossini, a former student of the professor; and a Dr. Emery Smith, a dentist.” “Hmm, excellent,” Holmes murmured, turning toward me with a sudden gleam in his eyes. “I think, Watson, there may be a little more to this case than is at first apparent.” “How so, Mr. Holmes?” Lestrade asked, with a smirk. “It’s obvious that Professor Sloane intended to write ‘All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.’ In my book that points to the dentist being our man.” “Yes, Lestrade,” Holmes answered wearily, with a trace of sarcasm. “And why do you suppose Sir Rodney didn’t just write us the name of his murderer outright?” Lestrade raised his chin at this and scratched at the back of his head. “Well, I suppose the case was the professor realized the murderer would have plenty of opportunity to return -- since no one could leave because of the storm -- and erase his name before anyone else had seen it.” “Yes, precisely, and we can, I think, safely assume the murderer isn’t a fool; so if that person were the dentist why wouldn’t he also erase the popular lyrics that obviously would incriminate him?” “Well, I’m not . . . really . . . certain,” Lestrade answered, hesitantly, taken aback. “Obviously because he is not the murderer,” Holmes stated flatly. “But the real murderer assumed he would be blamed for it. And that is the reason the words were not erased. Sir Rodney anticipated this and, being a linguist, managed a clever stratagem, in his last moments, to reveal the name of the murderer without the murderer being aware of it. The doctor is merely a red herring.” “I must say, Mr. Holmes, I don’t follow you,” Lestrade said, scratching again at his scalp. Impatiently, Holmes turned to me. “Watson, would you please inform Inspector Lestrade as to what the medical term is for the front tooth.” “Why . . . uh . . . it is the incisor,” I answered, feeling as perplexed as Lestrade looked. “Precisely!” Holmes exclaimed. “And what, pray tell, is incisor an anagram for?” I glanced at Lestrade who merely shrugged. “Come, gentlemen,” Holmes chided. “Incisor is an anagram for Rossini.” “Great Scot, Holmes, you amaze me!” I cried in utter astonishment. “You mean Miss Rossini is the murderer?” “Elementary, my dear Watson.” Tweet
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