Chapter Eleven

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When I finally fresh up my mind and decide to come back to Baker Street, I could hear a shouting louder since I put my feet on the front door:

- I'M JUST A GIRL BUT I CAN HIT YOU IN A VERY STRONGER WAY, SHERLOCK HOLMES!

- Well, I'm quite good in fight too but I can't see how this might help...

I went up in the stairs in a quickly way.

- JOHN! JOHN! - I heard Sherlock's voice.

He is under attack! I took the very first thing in my right and jumped into the leaving-room, shouting:

- ALRIGHT!

All that I could see was Jane Marple and Sherlock Holmes, the greatest detectives that I know, struggling to each other.

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They suddenly stops and suddenly starts to laughing.

- Oh, John! You are really funny! - Jane smile at me. - Oh, this reminds me of someone... hehehe ... and a Rihanna's song!

Now I start to laughting too... I know what she is talking about: the very first thing that I took to protect Sherlock and that I was holding right now was a umbrella!

- You look like Mycroft! - she said.

- Oh yes, indeed! - I said.

- Mycroft had a song? - said Sherlock.

We three laughting togheter just while Sherlock and Jane don't glance to each other eyes. When this finally happen, they both went to sit in their battle spots. After a few hours in that awful position, I try to ask in my polite usual way:

- Wha-What... Alright! - both of them look at me. - WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

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