The detective pondered.
“I’ve ruled out the housekeeper, who is on vacation. Every petty thief in London is imprisoned at Her Majesty’s Pleasure. The thought of a mythical furry creature committing the crime is comical but outrageous.
“Which leaves only one suspect.
“Watson, where have you hidden my Easter egg?”
John B Sinclair is a much-travelled Scot who has now returned to Scotland, where he enjoys freelance writing on a variety of subjects.
“I’m bored, Watson. I need something to investigate. Did anything of more than casual interest arrive in the post?”
“There’s a letter from Inland Revenue. They’re going to audit your tax return.”
“Why would they?”
“I’m a doctor, Holmes, not an accountant. My guess is you made too many deductions.”
John H. Dromey has had a short story published in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, a mini-mystery in Woman’s World, plus fiction online at Liquid Imagination, Mysterical-E, and elsewhere.
“What portion of his schooling is your young son attending, Holmes?
“How would you describe hydrogen, oxygen, and carbon, Holmes?
“What do you call it when men shaped liked the letter preceding ‘M’ linger after an event, Holmes?”
After many years, Watson had grown very tired of Sherlock Holmes’ catchphrase.
This story is based on a title suggested by Matthew Ryper via Facebook.