Holmes' Handkerchief

Diposting oleh Revalda Putawara Minggu, 06 Mei 2012

       Once upon a time, there lived a consultant detective Sherlock Holmes, with his partner dr. John Watson in 221B Baker Street, London. Sherlock Holmes who was a freak that only interested in cases to be solved, had never been in love until he met a woman named Irene Adler, a lone divorcee. They spent their good time together, and they loved each other very much. It was a sweet detective love story until Adler employed by Holmes’ rival, Professor Moriarty. Adler’s sudden decision to be employed by Professor Moriarty left no information for Holmes to track her.

Professor Moriarty, known as the Napoleon of crime, trusted her to do his job, to trigger the World War II. She became so expert in assasination, thief and more type of crimes. Holmes, which was so corious to crime cases caused by Professor Moriarty, found a link that can lead him to his position, or even Irene Adler.  Months of Investigation had passed, Holmes with Watson soon went to Professor Moriarty’s house.

Arrived at the old house, they found that the house is empty until a skinny pale-faced woman, opened the door. She was Irene Adler! Holmes, that have been missing her for a long time, hug her tight. Adler told everything about her condition and Professor Moriarty’s next moves.

“Why do you look so pale, Adler?”, Holmes said.

“ I’ve got a Tuberculosis, Holmes. But you don’t have to worry me. Go forth, and stop Moriarty right now”, Adler answered, repeated by some cough.

“ But, Adler...”

“ I’m fine. Just let Watson stay. Here, bring this handkerchief with you. Go Holmes!”

“Alright. Watson, watch her for me, let me know if something happened to her. Bye Adler, I love you”

Holmes went in rush to the harbor.In his trip to France, he received a telegram from Watson that Irene Adler was dead. In his sadness on the ship, he looked at the blood-stained handkerchief of Irene Adler for a long time. Until he realized that he should forget her. He threw away the handkerchief, along with his sweet memory with her, blown by the wind, carried by the water flow.

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