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{ASSM} The Perversion of Lady Jane Grey - a first case for
Detective Ned Holmes (Chapter eleven final chapter) [Yotna
El'toub] (SF[Steampunk],FF,MF,MC, caution)

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
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Hove waited impatiently on Platform One at Oxford's steam railway
station. It was no fault of the LNWR, no, their splendid service
was running to time. It was Holmes who was late, unbearably late.
Brighton stood beside Lady Jane alone, just as he had dined with
her last night.

As for the embarrassment upon leaving the hotel, that had been
intense. Hove had been unable to settle the bill, and had no
option other than to leave a personal guarantee with a sour-
faced Mrs Machin. He very much doubted that they would be welcome
in her establishment once more. These dark thoughts thundered
through Hove's mind, right up to the point when Holmes finally
deemed it necessary to arrive. He carried an elongated parcel
wrapped in brown paper and his customary Portmanteau.

"I say Holmes, just where the merry hell have you been?" Hove
burst out.

"Brighton, please! There are ladies present. I apologise
profusely, I was unavoidably detained. The other reason for my
lateness is stopping off to settle the account at the Randolph. I
should apologise again for the circumstances I left you in. But
you coped admirably as I knew you would. Mrs Machin was most
understanding, once I explained about 'the vagaries of
business'".

"Is that what it truly was Ned, business matters?"

"Matters that arose subsequent to business, to be more precise."
Holmes smiled.

"Well, I personally doubt that. It is my belief that you have
been over-indulging, you are late, you appeared washed-out and
tired. I detect a case of over-indulgence."

Holmes's eye widened, "Ahem, over-indulgence in what Hove?" he
asked, in a whisper.

"That damnable pipe Ned, you imbibed and lost all track of time.
Probably spent the night on some cold, hard park bench - most
unsatisfactory."

Holmes sighed. "Brighton your powers of deduction are a near
match for your bravery."

"Thank you Holmes, I am glad you finally realise it," Hove's
sentiment was interrupted by the arrival of the ten-fifteen t
London Paddington.


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They were greeted at the station by James. His smile of welcome
extended very nearly from ear-to-ear.

"Lady Jane, welcome home! I have polished the carriage and livery
in your honour."

"Really James, such a fuss! Anyone would think I was the prodigal
son." Jane smiled.

Once Jane was ensconced in the carriage, James turned to Holmes
and Hove. "Gentlemen, I and the family are deeply in your debt."

"Pleasure James, Hove and I are just pleased to see this matter
resolved. You are at least in part responsible, and you serve her
ladyship well."

James said no more, he merely touched the brim of his hat and
clambered up to his seat.

Soon Ned and Brighton were back in the delightful company of Lady
Helena, this time with her younger sister.

"Words fail me gentleman, you have saved not only the honour of
the Grey family name, but very likely my parent's very lives. We
carry a debt, to you both, that we can never fully repay. But I
trust this may compensate you for your labours." Lady Helena
handed over the draft to Holmes.

Hove's eyes widened at the sum. "Good lord! Are you sure, why
this is a small fortune."

"Which we humbly accept with good grace, your ladyship," Holmes
glared steely-eyed at Hove, "our business is concluded. Farewell
dear ladies and thank you."

Helena watched sadly as Holmes and Hove departed.

"Jane I only hope you can meet an equivalent man of suitable
standing. Then my desires for you would be complete." Helena
smiled at Jane, and then winced holding the back of her neck.

"Helena, are you all right?" Jane asked.

"Oh, it is just the stress of the past few days I expect." Helena
winced once more.

"Stress which I have caused and I will relieve. A soothing
massage will assist." So saying, Jane rose and moved to stand
behind her sister. Her elegant hands descended toward Helena's
slim, pale neck. Just before they touched, the slightest of
crackles caused the hairs to stand up on the back of Helena's
neck.

"Oh, that is most soothing Jane, almost stimulating." Helena
sighed.

Jane smiled and broadened the sweep of her flexing hands. As she
lowered them into the folds of Helena's dress her lips found her
sisters for the first time ever. The kiss welcomed Helena into
the sisterhood of love.


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The two men settled back into the carriage for the journey back
to Whitechapel. Holmes called out to the driver.

"Home James, and don't spare the horses!"

"Right you are Mr Holmes." Came the cheery reply.

"Not that it will be home for much longer..." Holmes mused.

"What do you mean Ned? And do tell me just what is in the package
you have been carrying so dutifully?"

"The answer to your first question is that as of tomorrow we
start looking for a suitable venue for our new venture. Belgravia
I fancy. In response to your second question, well you may unwrap
the package."

Holmes passed the parcel to a somewhat befuddled Hove.
Impatiently he tore away the brown paper to reveal a fine brass
plate. Engraved on it in stylish copperplate script were the
words:

'Holmes & Hove Private Investigators'.

A trace of wetness glinted in Brighton's eyes. "I say Ned this is
most civil of you, most civil."

"I wanted it to be clear that we are partners, true equals, as in
fact we always have been. Any debt you felt you owed me from the
battlefield was fully repaid, and more, in our contretemps with
Burgabiter." Holmes smiled, and reached in his pocket for his
other faithful companion, his churchwarden.

"Holmes would you awfully mind not smoking in the carriage? Those
fumes in combination with confined spaces, and yourself, make me
feel most peculiar."

"Of course my dear chap, in fact I have been considering taking
up another hobby."

"Really, which one may I ask?"

"Oh, a musical one."

"Musical eh, capital idea!"

"Violin lessons." The glint in Holmes's eyes combined with the
set of his mouth communicated much more than the simple words.

Brighton released a mighty guffaw, and Ned responded in kind. The
carriage was filled with great mirth for a long time. Laughter
born of the truest of friendships.



The end.


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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub May 2006
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