Keeping the gun raised in the direction of the villains, I grabbed one of the ropes holding the famous novelist and hauled her away from the danger area.Ī moment later, Moriarty had pushed aside his workers and stood over us. I picked it up and ran across to where Mrs Christie lay, now only a few feet from the descending floor and certain death. Lestrade knocked his gun to the ground and kicked it towards me. Leaping forwards, Holmes grasped the man by the neck. ‘My fucking … aaargh!’ he screeched.Īs Klopp and the minions flocked around their leader, the man holding us at gunpoint glanced away for a second. Grasping at his injured eye, he waved a hand at Frau Klopp to help him. I heard the jar shatter above the noise of the engine, then a jet of sauce spurted out and landed in Moriarty’s left eye.įor an Evil Genius, Moriarty screamed like a girl. Flinging my arm back, I hurled the jar towards the giant engine and watched as it flew up in a long arc and came down to land between two huge cogs. I could see no benefit from chucking a jar of chilli sauce into a steam engine, but as we had very little else in our store of retaliative weaponry, and as the floor of the library had already reached the halfway mark, we were out of options. ‘Then do what you were going to do earlier,’ said Holmes, nodding towards the steam engine.
‘It’s in my hand,’ I said, careful not to display the object, in case the man guarding us saw it. ‘But this is not the time for descriptive passages. ‘Yes, yes, I know that, Watson,’ hissed my companion. ‘In less than a minute poor Mrs Christie will get squashed like a–’ ‘We’ve got to do something, Holmes,’ I muttered.
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