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Post by Irene on Sept 19, 2007 20:56:00 GMT -5
"But how did he do it? Everything was so perfect...he even knew the answers to the questions I asked him!"
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 20, 2007 0:40:01 GMT -5
*Holmes thought about this.*
"He--Dracula, that is--held you for some time in his castle, did he not? Is it not possible that he was able to draw that knowledge from you, under duress?"
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Post by Irene on Sept 20, 2007 15:40:07 GMT -5
"I- I don't remember. I guess anything is possible."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 20, 2007 15:45:29 GMT -5
*Holmes nodded.*
"Some men derive tremendous satisfaction from the deception of others; I have seen it before."
*He looked away, newly flustered by their tenuous new relationship.*
"Perhaps, if you wish to pay your respects to your husband, you might ask me to come along. I would, of course, give you your space."
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Post by Irene on Sept 20, 2007 15:46:45 GMT -5
"Yes. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I just..."
Felt guilty about sleeping with you.
*She sat up and dried her eyes*
"Are you sure no one but me knows that you are alive?"
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 20, 2007 15:58:06 GMT -5
*The awkwardness between them was both heavier and lighter than before; it had changed shape, somehow, but remained.*
"I regret, some others in the employ of this opera know, but it was unavoidable. I do not think they are likely to reveal it, however. Mostly through lack of interest."
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Post by Irene on Sept 20, 2007 16:05:55 GMT -5
"The reason I ask is because a man was questioning me about you. I said that I barely knew you and as far as I had heard you were dead, but he didn't believe me. He said he was a friend of yours."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 20, 2007 17:03:28 GMT -5
*Holmes eyes narrowed quickly.*
"Medium height, medium build, brown hair and moustache?"
*He already knew it wasn't though; his words had been silly, inexplicable hope that Watson had guessed where he was. But Irene knew Watson, by sight anyway.*
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Post by Irene on Sept 20, 2007 17:54:04 GMT -5
"No. Reddish brown hair, a high forehead- gave the impression of extreme intelligence. He gave his name as James Moriarty."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 20, 2007 21:34:36 GMT -5
*Holmes froze. He would have denied the poetic cliche of a shiver running up his spine, but the expression was uncannily apt.*
"What did you say?" *he asked tightly.*
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Post by Irene on Sept 21, 2007 17:39:42 GMT -5
"I said that I was very sorry, but I hadn't seen you since London, and as far as I knew you were dead."
*She stopped suddenly*
"If it can be supposed that a man is dead when he is alive..."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 21, 2007 20:39:14 GMT -5
"That was what he was supposed to believe," *he said. He stood up and stalked back and forth between the beds.*
"That man was Professor James Moriarty, the foremost criminal mind in England. Probably the world. It was for his... benefit that my death was faked. If he suspects enough to be making inquiries, it bodes ill for my deception."
*What was Moriarty doing here? What did he know?*
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Post by Irene on Sept 22, 2007 8:01:08 GMT -5
"He said nothing of his reasons, only that he suspected you to still be alive."
*She bit her lower lip*
What if the same thing happened with my husband? What if he really is alive?
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 22, 2007 15:36:56 GMT -5
"Then it is not safe for either of us, here," *he said bitterly.* "That man will destroy me by any means possible. But I cannot leave you to Dracula's clutches; it seems we must either run, or attempt to fortify our position here."
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Post by Irene on Sept 22, 2007 16:19:20 GMT -5
"I don't know what's right anymore. You'll have to do the thinking for both of us...for all of us." *Max Steiner score crescendos*
"I've packed up and left home before- it's unpleasent, but I can do it again."
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