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"All right, be very careful." Sherlock told his wife as he helped her climb the gate "I'm fine Sherlock, this isn't my first time climbing a gate you know?" Alanna laughed "I know, but I'm still very hesitant." Sherlock said

Alanna jumped down landing on the ground sighing. Sherlock gave her his walking stick through the gate and started climbing the gate "Be very careful." Alanna mocked Sherlock smiling

Sherlock turned his head glaring at her as he climb down "Just kidding" Alanna smiled running toward  the building "Alanna!" Sherlock shouted in a whisper "Sorry!" Alanna replied slowing her pace

"Come on." Sherlock said hooking his arm with hers. As they entered the building Sherlock put his finger up to his lips signaling Alanna to be very quiet

Alanna and Sherlock looked around when Sherlock heard a noise "Stay here." Sherlock told Alanna "Alright." Alanna whispered nodding her head.

Alanna waited there twisting her hair in boredom until she heard two voices "You" Alanna heard immediately knowing the other voice was Enola "Oh it's just my dear Enola." Alanna smiled

"How ridiculous you are." Enola argued "I'm ridiculous? I told you to stay safe and stay away. Now you're breaking out of prison and have the whole police force after you." Sherlock said to his sister

"Oh. Are you hurt? I am sorry." Enola sarcastically replied "Are you not hurt?" Sherlock questioned "It seems not." Enola answered the question "Hm. I wonder who taught you to fight like that. Another thing our mother has to answer for." Sherlock said

"She should have fed me as well as you is what I think." Enola scoffed smiling and then furrowing her brows "Hang on. Why are you here? Why are the both of you here? Is it my case, or your own?" Enola asked

"Both." Alanna answered "We know how Grail got your fingerprints." Alanna said "Oxidized phosphorus dust lifted from the table and applied to the knife. You're innocent." Sherlock told Enola smiling along with Alanna

"You two doubted it?" Enola questioned raising her voice making Alanna's smile go down "Nothings certain till it's proved." Sherlock said, Enola looked over at Alanna "You can be scary at times so, I kind of did doubt it" Alanna said raising her brows

"And your case?" Enola asked "My adversary, his trail, it leads here. It seems our cases are connected. Shall we?" Sherlock told his sister heading up the steps the two girls following behind

The three entered a room with a fire lit, Sherlock slowly approaching the person in the chair raising a hand to signal Alanna and Enola to stop, Enola quickly pushing his hand down and walking toward the man

"William Lyon. Sarah's love." Enola looked at the dead body "And my thief in a taper crown hat." Sherlock said  "Stay unemotional. There's nothing more we can do for him now. Need to keep our minds fresh and our eyes sharp." Sherlock told

"He was seized" Alanna said pulling a piece of fabric down on his shoulder "Yes, and searched" Sherlock said "For the document he took?" Enola asked as Alanna moved his head "A knife?" Enola asked her self

"No, bigger." Alanna said "A cutlass." Alanna and Enola said in Unison "Heavy boot scuffs." Enola said looking over at the floor "And scratch marks from a cane that has a metal ferrule."  Alanna stated "Grail." Enola said "But at whose behest?" Sherlock questioned "There was another in this room."

"This cigar has a holder." Enola picked the cigar up "And traces of wool." Enola says "Astrakhan, the finest." Sherlock examines "Where did William steal from?" Enola questioned "The Treasury Office?"

"Yes" Sherlock Answered. "The Office of Lord Mclntyre were conspiring together." Enola states "How did you come up with that? Sherlock questioned

"I think what William stole was proof that Lyon and McInyre were conspiring together." Enola said "Corruption." Sherlock and Alanna said in unison

"Yes. Fueled by greed McIntyre has been severe profiling from the factory. They changed the match formula to a cheaper phosphorus, and it's deadly." Enola stated

"Enola?" A voice called coming in the room revealing Tewkesbury "Enola, I was concerned for you. You left me out there in the dark and I nearly tore my..." Tewkesbury said stopping looking at Sherlock and Alanna "Alanna? Sherlock Holmes? How do—" Enola cut Tewkesbury off

"Not the time." Enola said moving her head Towards William "Oh my..." Tewkesbury exclaimed jumping back "Is he—" Before Tewkesbury could finish he got cut off once again but by Alanna this time "Stay unemotional."

"Who did this?" Tewkesbury asked "Lord McIntyre." Enola answered "No." Sherlock declined "But it all fits." Enola argued

"No one has sat in this chair. No marks on the carpet, no indentation. The cigar has been smoked, but cold. And look, no ash." Sherlock states

"No lips have touched that glass." Enola says examining the glass "Exactly. These clues have been planted for us to find, to mislead us from the true villain. This has all been staged." Sherlock says walking away

"By who?" Alanna questioned her husband "Not McIntyre, but by someone who had a lot to lose without that document. Someone who knew what they were up to and was blackmailing them. My opponent. Someone who likes a game." Sherlock answered his wife's question

"Did they get what they wanted?" Tewkesbury asked "No, I don't think so." Sherlock answered "Poor William" Enola said going over to Williams body holding his hand where she feels something "Hm." Tewkesbury hums as Enola takes out a paper

Enola walked over to a table putting the paper on the table, Sherlock, Alanna, and Tewkesbury circling her "They did get something." Enola said "Mae's terrible music." Sherlock looked at the music "The Truth of the Gods." Alanna read the top of the paper

"Could be biblical, mythical." Sherlock said "Theatrical." Tewkesbury spoke as all three of the Holmes looked at him "The Gods is the top row of the theater. The balcony. Doesn't everyone know that?" Tewkesbury questioned "Sorry to break it to you Tewkesbury but not all of us are Lords." Alanna patted his shoulder as Enola thought

"This isn't music. It's a map"

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