Sherlock Holmes and the Engineer's Thumb 1 | Page 16

Brooke Young
Knock,knock,knock, there was a bang at the front door. Me and sherlock had only
just finished our other investigation about the robbery at ‘cherrywell road.’we got to
the door to see a tall policeman holding a bruised, amputated thumb. I had never
seen anything like it! The blood from the uncirculated thumb slowly trickled down his
hand through the delicate piece of tissue paper. The man had took it with him for
important evidence. The patient police officer told me and sherlock that there had
been a terrible murder down at morwick road, at the butcher’s shop. Waiting besides
our rusty, steel gate, our brown and white tamed horse finally awaits with a jet black,
sleek carriage with worn wooden wheels. As fast as we could, we made our way in
the pouring rain as a thick blanket of mist filled the air.
Sherlock looked very confused, but he had quite a few ideas of what could have
happened. With gloomy weather and a slippery, mossy, cobbled road, our transport
enters the lonely, unpopulated street of morwick road. Swiftly walking into the
butcher’s shop, a puddle of deep, red blood wit a ghostly white body lay on the dusty
floor. But somehow Jeff (the butcher) still had both of his thumbs. I suggested the
butcher could have killed himself to set somebody up but sherlock, (my partner in
crime) did not approve. “Yes! I’ve got it!” sherlock said with happiness. The butcher
had quite a few enemies in his days and was not that popular of a person. But
someone has obviously tried to kill him but before that, the butcher must have
chopped the man’s thumb off thinking he would run away and never come back! And
never see the man again.