Sherlock Holmes and the Engineer's Thumb 1 | Page 15

Nicole Gibbons
It was a dark and stormy day at 221B. Raindrops rolled down the wide windows and
dropped onto the cold pavement below, creating pools upon pools of clear water
outside on the street. I watched out of the window as countless crowds of people
swarmed the streets of London ; all of them going about their business, taking no
notice of anyone else. All was quiet in our apartment. However, whilst glancing over
Sherlock’s notes on a particularly boring case, I heard an extremely loud, excitable
knock at the door. Cautiously, standing up from my desk, I began moving towards
the source of the alarming sound, pausing only momentarily to look at the TV and
the news broadcast it was displaying. “Ah, you’ve seen the news, all very exciting
isn’t it?” Sherlock bursted into the middle of the living room, a wide smile spread
across his face.
“What news?” I asked in confusion.
“Middle-aged engineer, Bob Bradley, has lost his thumb! So exciting I know!” He
clapped his hands together and moved into the modernized kitchen, before making 2
large lattes and placing them on the oak coffee table in front of me. I looked at the
lattes and then at Sherlock, my face emotionless. “Well come on then!” Sherlock
said, “You’re going to need your energy for this one!”
“How can someone lose their thumb?” I question.
“John, it’s very obvious, keep up! The engineer lost his bionic thumb under very
mysterious circumstances. Just the right case for me.” With that, Sherlock grabbed
his coffee and walked into the small study halfway down our gloomy entrance
hallway. “Honestly, you’d think it was Christmas!” He yelled whilst closing the door. I
sat back down on the leather sofa, my head dizzy and filled with baffling thoughts.