Sherlocks POV: In the carriage I begin to explain to Tewksbury what this kidnapper has been playing at.
"I sent a cipher to Enola through the newspaper, she somehow, miraculously not only got my message but she managed to write one back as well."
Tewksbury is about to say something when I say, "Let me finish."
I go on, "She responded with her whereabouts, and what better hiding spot than the place we would least expect... our childhood home. Ferndell Hall."
Enola's POV: It has been 2 days since I sent the cipher and still, no word from Sherlock.
"Looks like you have some visitors." My kidnapper says. (And yes I still do not know his name)
I look outside the small window by my makeshift bed and see a carriage pull up. Sherlock and Tewksbury step out, they got my message! And have come to save me!
"I guess I will have to act fast, I thought we would at-least have a little more time together. What a-shame this has to end!" He says. I do not know what he is talking about and, do not know if I want to.
He then takes something out from under the table in the corner.
"No!" I yell. He pulls out a pack of matches. No no no! He is planning on setting Ferndell Hall on fire, with me in it.
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Sorry such a short chapter 😅. I am kinda having a writers slump right now but... as promised, here is chapter 7.
