#4 – Sherlock Holmes
Levi looked up at the home of the most famous yet elusive detective; Sherlock Holmes. No press have yet to see the detective and all his previous clients had to sign a contract not to disclose to anyone about his identity. But Levi had no choice; there was no one that could help him. The other detectives he went to had turned his request down, all of them seemingly eager to throw him out of their offices. He had almost lost hope.
That was until he heard all of the hearsay about a certain detective. His friend, a detective geek, told him despite his fame, Sherlock Holmes remains a mystery himself. All that is known of his is his love for classical music, his natural talent for violin, and that he leaves no case unsolved.
And Sherlock Holmes, fitting for his fame, only chooses the cases he takes. So, there was no saying if he will take on Levi’s case. But still, he has to hope for the best.
Raising his hand, he knocked on the door. He held his breath in anticipation at meeting the famous detective. But as seconds went by, he dreaded that the detective wouldn’t meet with him. He sighed. He knew that there was such a small chance so he hadn’t raised his hopes but still…
He turned around when he suddenly heard the door opened. It revealed a man that was a few years older than him. The man was taller than him by a couple of inches. He was a handsome man. So handsome Levi couldn’t imagine why he wasn’t a famous model or something.
His hair was blonde; and it appeared to shine underneath the afternoon sun. His eyes a soft, charming green that seemed to smile. “Why are you leaving? I’m sure you did not come to 221B Baker Street just for sightseeing,”
Levi’s face brightened up. Sherlock Holmes had opened the door! “I can’t believe this! You’re taking my case?”
The man laughed. “I haven’t said anything yet. But I will be willing to listen and decide. Come in and have tea with me,”
Levi nodded. The detective led him towards the receiving room. Inside, Levi saw the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld. Her hair that could compare to a raven’s feather was long and shiny; framing her doll-like face. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, were the most captivating of all blue. Her lips were red, full, and inviting. She was lean, making her appear as tall as him. But—still, her body was slim with all the right curves of a fine woman.
“Tea?” she asked. Her voice was low, husky, and yet sweet. A voice that could compare to his sister.
“Yes, please,” Sherlock answered as they both sat down. “Please, do tell. We will find out if your case is worthy of the great detective,”
Levi found it strange that Sherlock talked about himself in third person. But then again, geniuses tended to be weird. Before he could speak, the woman served them tea of an aromatic earl gray. He took a sip and found all his nervousness gone.
“My name is Levi Adler. My sister, Irene, have gone missing,” he started.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the woman walked towards the window sill. She sat down on it and picked up the violin that was resting on its case. She closed her eyes as she played and filled the room with a bewitching melody.
He stared at her; caught in her trance. If it wasn’t for Sherlock asking him to continue, he would have stayed watching the angel played her music. He apologized as he quickly retold of his coming to visit Irene in her apartment when she was nowhere to be found. And that all he saw was a lone card with a bouquet of blue roses on his sister’s bed.
“I’ve went to different detectives before here. And every time they would see the card, they would ask me to leave,”
“May I see this foreboding letter, Mr. Adler?”
Levi reached inside his bag and put the card down on the table between him and the detective. Sherlock had not even touched it nor read it but just stared at him.
He took a sip of his tea. “The mystery of you being thrown out of every detective offices you have been too had been solved, Mr. Adler,”
“What?” Levi asked. How could he have found out the reason just by staring at it?
“This card has the alphabet M in its stamp. And a bouquet of blue roses with it,” Sherlock started. “Both are the symbol for the most notorious person working in the cloak of darkness; the Napoleon of crimes. All detectives know better than to get involve. No sane person will challenge him,”
Levi’s smile turned upside down as dread rushed in his veins. “So, you’re not accepting my case?”
The man in front of him gave a small laugh as he put his cup down. “Of course, no one except for the great detective,”
He stood up and Levi asked him where he was going.
“To introduce you to the detective, of course! Only Sherlock knows how to find Moriarty. They are sworn enemies, after all,”
Levi was in shock. “What?” So the man in front of him was not Sherlock Holmes? No wonder the man was a mystery and was called elusive.
“I am merely just an assistant. Forgive me for deceiving you. But I am Watson. Dr. John Watson,”
Levi stared at him. So this was the famous assistant. A little too late, Levi realized, that the woman had stopped playing the violin. And his friend’s words rang in his ears; Sherlock Holmes loves playing the violin.
“It can’t be,” Levi started as he turned to stare at the woman. She had taken the chair John Watson had vacated. She leaned back on the chair and crossed her legs. She rested her hands on top of her knees and gave Levi a smirk.
“Forgive me for not introducing myself. But I have to make sure whatever you came here for is worth my time,” the woman started as John Watson stood on her side.
Levi knew what she was going to say next. But he still found it hard to believe.
“I will be taking your case, Mr. Adler. I am Sherlock Holmes,”
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