Frantzi Chambers “ Sherlock , do you remember this case ?” I spoke in a dreary voice . We hadn ’ t had a case in at least a month . Due to the fact we didn ’ t have a case we had become extremely tired . The dim lighting in our front room didn ’ t help either . “ Ah yes I remember that case , ‘ The adventures of the engineer ' s thumb .” Sherlock replied in a sharp tone . Our home and office , 221b Bakers Street located in central London had frozen over . Icicles hung from the front porch and a thin layer of frost sat carefully on each window . The central fireplace didn ’ t do much to keep us warm and because of the late sun rise and early sunset the room was often plunged into and eery darkness . The crisp layer of snow on the roof tops told the story of the picturesque idea everyone has of London but the streets below told the untold secrets of central London . I sat back in my black leather armchair and began to remember ‘ The case of the engineer ’ s thumb ’.
“ Watson ! Wake up now ! There ’ s someone downstairs .” I awoke to the familiar voice of Sherlock rather than my alarm . I rolled onto the other side of the bed to check the time . I checked the time it read ‘ 8:00 ’. I began to wonder why someone was here so early . It then hit me , it was a Monday . Any client could come in at 8:00 or later . The room around me was still blurry but I could just make out the bland cream walls , and as my eyes adjusted to the bright light in the room around me I could make out the marble fireplace across the room which on top sat a gold watch , that I had never seen before .
I shook it off before jumping out off bed and pulling on a pair of black jeans and a basic white shirt . I ran down the stairs and stumbled into the kitchen . “ She ’ s in the front room ,” Sherlock stated whilst pouring a steaming cup of coffee . I pulled my hair into a messy bun and walked into the bland front room . We had never got round to decorating it so there was just the mahogany fireplace in the corner and a black leather sofa against one wall and the coffee table was centered on the rug .
As I looked over to the sofa , there she sat . Her face pale and her eyes sunken and dark . I saw that she was dressed in all black and her face was covered . I instantly recognized her as ... Sheila Dunn .