The Sixth Body
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capt_facepalmTitle: The Sixth Body
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Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Gaslight)
Characters: Dr John H. Watson, Inspector Lestrade
Summary: Inspector Lestrade consults Watson's medical expertise
Warnings: (Forensics)
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: July 22nd 2012 prompt: Use 4 of 6 words: thirteen, green, ice, meeting, carpet, train
Hammersmith Station
February 2, 1882
'Thank you for meeting me on such short notice, Doctor.'
The ice in the inspector's tone foretold the unpleasantness Watson would find concealed beneath the discarded carpet beside the tracks.
'Not at all, Inspector, but wouldn’t Mr Holmes be better suited for this work?’
‘That’s arguable. In any case, he’s occupied elsewhere.’
Dr Watson began his examination.
‘I count no less than thirteen separate stab wounds—’
‘—And the green flecks under his fingernails?’
‘Paint chips. He tried to claw his way out of somewhere or something. Poor little blighter. This much is certain: the train didn’t kill him.’
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Author:
capt_facepalmRating: PG-13
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Gaslight)
Characters: Dr John H. Watson, Inspector Lestrade
Summary: Inspector Lestrade consults Watson's medical expertise
Warnings: (Forensics)
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: July 22nd 2012 prompt: Use 4 of 6 words: thirteen, green, ice, meeting, carpet, train
.oOOo.
Hammersmith Station
February 2, 1882
'Thank you for meeting me on such short notice, Doctor.'
The ice in the inspector's tone foretold the unpleasantness Watson would find concealed beneath the discarded carpet beside the tracks.
'Not at all, Inspector, but wouldn’t Mr Holmes be better suited for this work?’
‘That’s arguable. In any case, he’s occupied elsewhere.’
Dr Watson began his examination.
‘I count no less than thirteen separate stab wounds—’
‘—And the green flecks under his fingernails?’
‘Paint chips. He tried to claw his way out of somewhere or something. Poor little blighter. This much is certain: the train didn’t kill him.’
.oOOo.
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