Young Sherlock Holmes And The Pyramid Of Fear Page #5

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Get them off me!

Get 'em off me, please!

Get 'em off!

Ah!

- Get it off!

- No, sir, no!

So, this is goodbye.

I really expected us

to become good friends.

(SHRILL WHISTLE)

What's going on?

Sir! You dropped this!

Eh Tar.

Eh Tar.

He seemed to go mad! He snatched

up a knife and stabbed himself!

Eh Tar, Holmes. Eh Tar.

Sir... No!

- Please, no!

- Holmes!

- I might have known.

- This is to do with...

Get these two schoolchildren

away from here!

Mr Lestrade, you've got to listen to me!

Ho...! Ho!

(MINISTER) Man that is born

of a woman has but a short life...

A few days later,

they buried Professor Waxflatter.

I had never been to a funeral before,

though I've been to many since.

Holmes could not attend the funeral.

His expulsion prevented such a thing.

The death of his mentor and friend

had taken its toll on Holmes.

In my life, I have only seen Holmes

cry on two occasions.

Today was the first.

(SERVICE CONTINUES)

No, Uncle didn't kill himself.

- He didn't? Then, what happened?

- He was murdered.

- What are you doing here?

- Excuse my entrance.

I had to climb up the fire escape.

I can't afford to be seen.

I only got halfway to Mycroft's home.

I had something gnawing at my insides.

I ordered the driver to turn round.

I'm going to miss him, too, Elizabeth.

- He was very important to me.

- I'm so glad you're here.

I had to come back.

- You really believe he was murdered?

- I'm certain of it.

Come on, you saw

Waxflatter's hand on the knife!

It was obviously a suicide!

Never trust the obvious. There are

too many puzzling elements.

Firstly, a man jumps out of a window.

Second, a reverend throws himself

under a carriage for no reason.

Then Waxflatter stabs himself,

which is unbelievable.

Another question. Why was Waxflatter

obsessed with their deaths?

Yes, he'd saved those clippings,

and he kept meeting that odd man.

He attended the funeral.

Do you know his name?

No. When he visited,

Uncle sent me out of the attic.

I asked about him,

but he changed the subject.

That man is connected to all three

murders. We must find out who he is!

You've been reading

too many detective novels.

This is not fiction! There's a clever

murderer about, and I'll find him.

- How?

- I'll live here. Work here.

- If that's all right with you.

- Yes.

- What if we're found?

- Only the three of us know.

- Someone may see you!

- I'll take my chances.

But you'll need food, supplies.

Me?! I can't...

You can run errands, be my assistant.

I might get caught.

That would mean trouble!

You'd let trouble ruin

an opportunity for adventure?

I can't afford to jeopardise

my medical career.

- Weasel.

- I'm not a weasel.

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