1/1/2024 0 Comments Mycroft holmes diogenes club![]() ‘Lord Henry Blackwood is alive and well and almost certainly planning to kill everyone here. I smiled politely at the ambassadors, then turned back to Mycroft. ‘No, little brother, but it is a matter of national security and I’d appreciate your input.’ ‘Sherlock, I realise it’s a lot to ask, but d’you think you could possibly pay attention while I outline our government’s proposals with our guests?’ He indicated the two ambassadors, who by now were becoming restless. ‘In that case I suggest we check out the toilets, the kitchens and the guest bedroom.’ Only toilets, the kitchens and a guest bedroom.’ ‘Good idea, Watson, except there isn’t a backstage area. ‘Holmes, I think we ought to check out the backstage area.’ Besides, women aren’t allowed in the Diogenes Club.’ Glancing at Mary, he coughed. As you told me yourself, she died on Huge Island. Leaning towards him, I whispered in his ear. ‘Are you all right, Sherlock? You’ve gone rather pale.’ Professor…’ He frowned, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small card. ‘Just some chappie from the Londen School of Economics. ‘Following our meeting, I’ve arranged an after-dinner speaker. ‘Are there to be speeches?’ I said to Mycroft. At one end of the room, I noticed a small stage. Most were not members and had likely come along in the hope of insinuating themselves into the good books of one of the ambassadorial guests, while the others were the usual bunch of indolent politicians and greedy industrialists-in other words, the cream of the upper classes. ![]() Two waiters brought the additional chairs and managed to squeeze all seven of us into spaces around a table meant for four.Īs the general hum of conversation returned to the room, I scanned the faces of our fellow diners. The two representatives stood and bowed, and we all shook hands, apart from Mary, who curtsied, blushed and then looked at her feet. May I introduce Ambassador Slobinov of Moscow, and Ambassador Diddlysqit of Washington. Inspector Lestrade, Doctor and… Mr Watson. When he caught sight of Mary, however, his mouth dropped open. ‘Sherlock, how good of you to come,’ said the elder Holmes, glancing at Watson and Lestrade. The table had been set for four, so I clicked my fingers at one of the waiters and indicated our need for three more chairs. My brother gave me one of his For-Fuck’s-Sake looks and stood up as we approached. All eyes turned towards us as we made our way into the centre of the room, where I spied Mycroft sitting with the American and Russian ambassadors. ‘They’re just not loaded.’Īs soon as I opened the door to the dining room, my heart sank. ‘Would help if we had weapons, Holmes,’ whispered Lestrade. ‘Whatever Blackwood’s got planned, he’ll expect us to try to stop him, so keep a sharp eye out for anything suspicious.’ While he scribbled a reply, I took the opportunity to whisper a final instruction to my companions. Hurrying up the stairs, I wrote a note for the attendant that we were guests of Mycroft Holmes. ‘Remember, talking isn’t allowed in the Club except in the dining room.’ Lifting Mary’s collar, I fashioned a quick Half-Windsor knot. Taking the necktie from him, I nodded my thanks and followed the others into the foyer. ‘You’d better have this for the lady,’ he said, dipping a hand into his outer pocket. ‘I’m obliged, Clackett, but I think we’ll need more than a cosh on this occasion.’ Tell you what-I did a bit of time in Wormwood Scrubs before landing this job, so if you need a good bloke with a cosh, just tip me the wink.’ ‘Course I do, but as we are attempting to prevent a master criminal from taking over Londen, I’m sure you can make an exception.’ ‘You do know ladies aren’t allowed in the Diogenes, don’t you, sir?’ The doorman cast an eye at Mary as I pushed her through the doorway. Now, I suppose there won’t be any trouble signing in my friends, here?’ He blinked and muttered, ‘It’s Clackett, sir.’ ![]() ![]() Will you be joining your brother for dinner?’ On recognising my distinguished features, he grinned. We ran up the steps to the front doors, where the doorman seemed about to bar our way. ‘What are we going to do when we get inside?’ said Mary, as I assisted her onto the pavement. Spurred on by the promise of a mention in The Police Gazette, the man completed the journey in less than five minutes. Inspector Lestrade flashed his warrant card at a passing Hackney and pressured the cabbie into taking us to the Diogenes Club.
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