Penny's POV (Point of view)
My husband's at it again...
Honestly, doesn't he know the pain he puts my heart through every night.
The crowd cheering and that pathetic excuse of an 'assistant' acting all worried. Ha! I'll show you worried, honey.
Oh, he's done it now. People are starting to panic. I am too, a bit, but I know for a fact he can hold his breath a very long time.
The crowd is now yelling to 'open the crate' and 'let him out of there' Hmm......if they only knew. I'd bet money he's already out of the crate.
"Ladies and gentlemen, The Great Houdini!!"
Nearing the five minute mark they finally start to pull up the curtain and as I suspected, there he is standing on the top of the water filled crate. He's looking at me smiling in a way to say, 'You weren't worried, were you honey?' Oh he's going to pay for this later....
The crowd keeps cheering 'bravo'. He's walking off the other side with that tramp of an assistant following behind. She's probably about to get into big trouble. If it took him that long to get out tonight the locks probably got sticky again. He's told her time and time again to oil them before and after each show. Yup I was right. He's going off at her; she's in tears.
Five minutes later...
"Come on honey we have places to be," Harry says to me, grabbing our coats.
"As in home...Right?" I say.
"No, in fact we are going here," he says shoving a paper in my face with the headlines reading 'Ghost Killer Stalks Convent.' Great, just what I needed tonight.
"Why are we going here exactly?" I reply.
"You'll see. It'll be fun," he says with a smile on his face.
Fun. Right. The last time Harry said something was going to be fun I ended up being trapped in his Chinese Water Torture Cell.
We get home with Harry saying he'll be reasonable and wait until morning to go to New Scotland Yard.
"I don't know why you're so obsessed all of the sudden over some horrid newspaper headline," I say.
"Because, I want to prove to them that there is no such thing as ghosts," Harry replies.
"And then?" I ask.
"Then, I have finished what I want to prove. Not everything you see and hear is true," he says, taking off his suite jacket.
"Harry dear, don't you think you take things a bit too far?" I say, taking off my earrings.
"No, not at all why?" He says, walking into the closet.
"Hmm....nothing dear, just be careful."
"You mean WE be careful," he says.
"No, I mean YOU. I will not be part of your silly hunt for proof, especially not something like this!" I say, holding up the paper.
Harry walks over to me. He puts his left arm around my waist and his right hand caresses my face. Looking me straight in the eyes he says, "Mrs. Houdini I love you more than anything, and you know I would never put you in danger."
He's very good at charming people, not just me. I give in and say I'll go with him tomorrow morning to NSY.
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The Untold Cases of Penny Holmes-Houdini (Wattys 2016)Historical Fiction
My name is Penny Scott Holmes-Houdini, my brother is the world famous detective Sherlock Holmes. And my husband is The Great Harry Houdini. The year is 1901, recently Me, Harry, Dr. Doyle, and Constables Stratton have been solving strange cases in L...