The Private Lives of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson

Chapter 7

"Dr. Watson is out with Ms. Morstan again I see."

"Do you see?"

He looks at me.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I need to know all you have on one Mary Morstan."

"Something the matter?"

"I've recently been led to believe that she might not be who she claims to be."

"Oh? Do you think she is working with Moran?"

"I've never met her but you always enjoy spying on people and basically invading their privacy."

He moves his head in a way that always reminded me of a bird.

It's like his shirt is too tight around his neck.

I smirk.

My phone beeps and I reach for it.

Missed me? –J.M.

I sit up in my chair.

"What is it?"

I stared down at the text.

"Sherlock?"

I hand him my phone.

"Before you start to panic, how can we be sure that this is Moriarty and not Moran?" He asks handing me back my phone.

He feigns nonchalance but his eyes have narrowed and his shoulders are tense.

"We can't, not until we find Moran."

"Then we best move with due diligence. It would help if you avoided parading around London."

"So you've said. Many times."

"And you have still to listen."

"Sherlock!"

John runs up the stairs and into the flat.

His hair is windswept and he's panting.

"What is it?" I ask.

He thrust his phone in my face.

Same message I received.

I sigh.

"Yes, I know. I got one too."

"What does this mean? I thought you said Moriarty was dead?"

"He is dead as far as I know."

"Then who?"

"Might be Moran."

"But you're not sure."

I shake my head.

"So what are we going to do about this?"

He looks at me before moving his gaze towards Mycroft.

"Nothing." I say.

"Nothing? So we're just going to sit here and wait for Moriarty to start blowing things up?"

"As I already said, we don't know that it is Moriarty."

"I'll just make some tea then while we wait." He snaps.