Dialogue, Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson, essay, London, writing exercise, English, encounter, first meeting
It was a very sunny afternoon in London. I remember how full the streets were. I had some troubles walking through the thick crowd, and sometimes jostled some people. Indeed, this day, I was out because I had a very important appointment with a very important person. I was called a few days ago by "his" secretary, and agreed on a day to meet this special detective. Because yes. This day I was called to investigate with someone I didn't know yet, on a very mysterious affair: a week ago, a painter was killed in his own house while he was painting on a canvas. So, that's why today I got dressed to meet this detective named Sherlock Holmes.
[...] This woman has clearly been through some tough times with men. « Here I am. Take a look. » She said taking off a paper of the rest of the pile. There were pictures of the crime scene on it. It was a bit hard to handle. But I was used to it in a certain way. « Where did you get those? » I asked surprised. « Contacts on site. But that's not the point. Something doesn't run smoothly. [...]
[...] Therefore, I decided to ask a waiter if he knew if a certain Sherlock Holmes was in the bar. Right before he could answer, this lonely woman came up to me and said: « Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Sherlock Holmes and you must be Dr. Watson. » She gripped my hand. I couldn't say a single word, I was speechless. Then, she invited me to her table. I sat slowly: « It might be a joke » I said looking right through her big blue eyes. [...]
[...] Anyways, let's go back to the facts. We're here because Mr. Levan sky, an 82-year-old painter was killed, am I right? » She asked. « You're right. I answered. So, what are you planning to do, miss? » She looked right into my eyes, and bent down to reach her bag on the ground that I didn't even notice. Her long brown hair was coming in front of her face, so she put it behind her ears. I don't know what I was thinking. [...]
[...] « It was nice to meet you Sir, in spite of your tendency a bit misogynist. » She laughed. « See you tomorrow, and think about what I've told you. » « I will. See you and have a great day. » I spoke. I was now left all alone with my thoughts. And they were all about what she just told me. « Your tendency a bit misogynist. » For God's sake, I had to prove her wrong. I can't wait to see her again tomorrow, and I will greet her so properly. [...]
[...] Watson, I can hear you. » She said in anger. « But trust me. I know what I'm talking about. If you take a look at the picture in the middle, you can clearly say that something's wrong. » The picture she was talking about, depicted the scene of the crime. I looked it with attention. « What is wrong with that? I mean, it just looks like a `normal' crime scene? » I answered. « No. No, it's not. [...]
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