ATELIER ━︎━︎ Lord Tewkesbury

𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

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━︎━︎ THE RETURN OF WILLIAM BROWNING

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Sherlock Holmes walked through the post-press building, making his way past the people who stood in the quite narrow hallway filled with couched pushed towards the cream walls, arrogance could be detected with every proud step he took.

His head was held high with pride as his shoes clanked against the tiled floor of the room, echoing every time his heel hit the floor.

"Sir — " the man at the front desk said, sticking his arm out slightly to stop the famous Sherlock from entering the rooms behind the counter.

"Don't be ridiculous." He cut in, holding a hand up in front of the mans face, not stopping for a split second to hesitate on his walk to the press behind the counter.

"Lestrade?" Sherlock called out in a quiet tone as he walked through the rooms, working men looking at him with confusion.

"Ah. . . Sherlock Holmes." Lestrade said from behind the brown-haired man — who turned around, a brow raised as he faced the man behind him.

"We meet again." He said, his posture straight as a pole.

"Please." Lestrade said, showing Sherlock to his office. "You've been building quite a reputation for yourself." The man said, sitting behind his desk as Sherlock stood, looking out of the window. "Despite your best efforts to avoid the press —"

"The marquess case." Sherlock cut in, turning around to look at the man sitting behind his desk with no facial expression what so ever. "You need to arrest his grandmother, the Dowager. She's trying to kill him, as she killed his father and the Ainsley boy."

"Three questions." Lestrade said after a moment, looking down at his fingers before back up at Sherlock. "How did you arrive to the conclusion?"

Sherlock sighed before turning around as he began to explain how he had uncovered the mystery of the missing marquess, taking a seat on an elegant leather couch in the room, the low heel of his shoe hitting the hardwood floor once in a while and Lestrade nodding along to the story ever so often.

As Lestrade asked another question, Sherlock answered it with accuracy to the situation as the man put his arms on the desk.

"What about the Ainsley boy?"

"The Rubin ring case." Sherlock said, a proud smirk on his face as Lestrade nodded in remembrance of the case that almost took a year to solve. "Anne Ainsley had stolen the ring from the Tewkesbury's, leading the Dowager into murdering their legacy because of an heirloom. I found the Dowager's — not so hidden — plans, and they were quite. . . interesting, I must say. Which leads to the second thing"

"Which is?"

"To clear Edith Ainsley's name." Sherlock said to which Lestrade hummed in answer before Sherlock added as he stood up "immediately."

As Sherlock was about to exit the office the man behind the desk asked, turning his head slightly to the side "how did your sister get here before ya?" He asked with amusement written on his face as Sherlock's smirk fell and he blinked in answer.