It was one one of those dreary mornings.
Grey and cloudy.
Holmes was seated in his favorite chair, next to the fireplace, smoking his pipe
and totally absorbed in what he was reading.
"What do you make of this Watson", he said.
He handed me the front page of the Negril Daily paper.
it read:
"The mysterious disappearance of Master Smith"
Mr. Smith, a known traveler and word beater, has not been seen or heard of in the last month.
My, quite intriguing," I replied
Fancy a ride to the country, Watson?
"I would be honored, Holmes" I replied.
Excellent, we'll start straight off. "Mrs. Hudson!!"
We soon found ourselves in a Hansom (taxi) ,flying down the road at break neck speed.
Faster, faster driver, not a moment to lose!
The game is a foot!!