Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Part 9

Previously on Sherlock Herms: The Making of a Master Detective…

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7. Part 8.

Hi pals! I’m back from Thanksgiving hiatus. I hope everyone in Ameowica had a delicious Turkey Nom Day. To bring you up to date on my current adventure, I took Mosey back in time to meet my hero, Sherlock Holmes in order to get him to teach me how to be a master detective like he is. At first I couldn’t find 221B Baker Street. But then I got directions to where some guy named Doyle lived who knew Holmes. Turns out my hero isn’t flesh and blood. Rather he’s a fictional character in a mystery series written by Arthur Conan Doyle who killed him off right before I arrived in 1894. I know, I’m as shocked as you are.

I then met the real brains behind Sherlock Holmes: Doyle’s muse Fergus, a Bedlington Whippet cross who agreed to teach me how to solve mysteries like Holmes did. Unfortunately, Mosey and Fergus got into a fight and Mosey fled, not only the house, but the century, leaving me stuck in 1894. I wasn’t too worried at first, figuring he’d come back for me, but then my mom came to me while I was sleeping and told me Opie and Jack were having a hard time reconnecting me to Mosey. It looked pretty bad for me. I could be stuck in 1894 forever!

I’d made a very bad mistake. I should have never taken Mosey back to find my hero alone, without Dori. I told Fergus about my last case, called Welcome Home.  How my family blamed me for Patty Kiss setting our home on fire.  I didn’t want to be a purranormal detective anymore. I wanted to go home. I wanted my old life back. And I told Fergus about how that actually happened. I woke up back in my office in our old home, and thought everything I’d been through had been a dream. I also told him that I was suspicious of Dori and the others trying to make it seem like I was back to where I’d been before my first case, waiting for the phone to ring. Like I’d dreamed everything.

Fergus said, “You got what you wished for. You were returned to your old life, before you received your first purranormal case. So why did you time travel here? Especially if you wanted your old life back?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but then had to think about it. “I… I guess I got caught up in the idea of having a second chance to be successful. I didn’t like that I’d failed. Was a failure as a detective. I wanted to find Sherlock Holmes and have him teach me his secrets so I could start over and this time be a success.”

“Do you have any opinions on how you were able to have your old life back?”

“I’m thinking Charley, my Guardian Angel, had something to do with it. He always wanted me to be a success. But he also knew I was struggling. Maybe he got purrrmission to send me back to the beginning. Before I started to fail.”

“It would require a lot of energy to send—not only you, but your entire family back to the beginning.”



“Oh, there was a lot of emotion going on that last night. Seeing your home on fire, and fearing for someone to die will do that to you.”

“I’m certain that’s why your family was so upset. Especially your mum. They yelled because they were frightened.”

“But they blamed me for Patty Kiss torching our house!”

Fergus shrugged. “Maybe the emotion had to be directed at you, in order for you to return to the beginning. But your mum found you here with me when Mosey’s connection to you was broken. That tells me she isn’t upset with you any more.”

I hadn’t thought of that. Everything Fergus said made sense. Charley had found a way to take me back to the beginning before my first case. And then I got it in my head that I wanted a second chance, which led me to being stuck here in the past. Maybe forever!

I was just about ready for another good cry when Fergus sat up with his ears perked and his head quirked to one side. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he trotted to the door and looked into the front hall. There he woofed, making me hurry to join him.

I gasped at what I saw.

“Hwermie! It’s me. Dori!”

I wept as she scampered into my arms, and I held her tight. Over her shoulder I saw Mosey roll back to the front door, away from Fergus. Just to make sure Dori didn’t get her connection to Mosey severed as well, I said to the dog, “Sit! Stay!” And he obeyed.

“I’ve been so worried about yoo,” Dori wept. “Chawley couldn’t find yoo. And then Mom said she found you, but couldn’t bwing yoo home cuz Mosey bwoke yoor connection.” She growled at my Gen7Pets ride, “Bad Mosey! Bad! Bad!”

As Mosey swiveled to push his nose into the corner, I said, “Don’t blame him, Dori. It wasn’t his fault. He was just scared.” I went to wrap my arms around my beloved Ride. He moved out of my reach. “I’m not going to hurt you, Mosey. Stand still. I want to hug you.” Mosey again lurched forward. I tried again and again, literally chasing him all over the front hall, with Mosey always out of my reach.

I finally looked at Dori. “Opie and Jack didn’t find a way to reconnect me to Mosey, did they?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears. “The sectors are damaged. There is no way to wepair yoor connection. Yoo have to be back home in order for yoo to weconnect to Mosey.”

I heard my Ride whimpering like a puppy. I was frightened, but I didn’t blame him and told him so. Then another thought came to me. “You’ve come to say goodbye to me, like Mom did.”

“Good bye? Never! I’ve come to wescue yoo.”

“If I can’t go near Mosey, how do you think I’m going to return to 2017?”

“Don’t worry, Hwermie. Leave it up to me. I’ve got it all figgered out.” She scampered to push Mosey into the drawing room.

“You look worried,” Fergus whispered in my ear.

My sigh reached all the way down to my soul. “You don’t know her like I do.”

His laughter sounded like a hoarse cough. “She’s barely out of kittenhood. How much trouble could she cause?”

A loud crash in the drawing room made me cringe. I then covered my ears as Mrs. Gray arrived to shriek over a precious 17th century blown glass vase.

With my tail between my legs, I went to inspect the damage. “Will there be more like her coming in the pram?” Mrs. Gray asked. “If so, I insist you stay in the library, on the floor. No jumping on the tables like a pack of wild monkeys.”

As usual, Dori seemed oblivious of the broken tchokes. “Come here, doggy,” she said to Fergus. “Help me get this out.” She pulled at something in Mosey’s secret compartment. A sheet of cardboard.

“What’s this for?” I asked. Then I saw it was a folded box.

“Wemember when I asked if yoo knew where babies come from? Yoo said storks. But I knew better. Yes, storks are involved, but they deliver babies that come from”

I glanced at Fergus who was trying to follow the conversation, but was clearly confused. I took a moment to explain what was, and then I had to further explain ‘dot com’ which led to a lengthy exposition on computers and 21st Century technology. By then we were all exhausted and needed a nap.

When we woke up I asked Dori, “What does a Chewy box have to do with getting me home?”

Dori began to assemble the cardboard into it’s box shape. “Simple, Hwermie. Yoo get into the box, and I bwing yoo home.”

“But Mosey moves away when I approach him.”

Dori gestured to the box. “Get in.”

I tried to hop inside, but the damp, soggy English weather had seeped into my old bones and I struggled. Finally Dori tipped the box on its side, I walked in, and she flipped the lid closed. I heard her ask Mrs. Gray for help. I felt the box leave the floor, but then I was jiggled around as Mrs. Gray chased after Mosey. She finally placed the box on the floor and I rolled out. “It’s not going to work, Dori.”

Instead of tears I saw determination on her pretty face. “It’s going to work, Hwermie. I’m gonna get yoo home. Or I’m staying here with yoo. Yoor my brofur and bestest furend. I’m never gonna leave yoo.”


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