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his office. Yet, apparently unconcerned about his looks or demeanor at the moment, he hastened to his garage and boarded his craft. Within moments, he was off-to land an hour and two minutes later in the good doctor’s large shed at the back of his home.
“What have you found out?” was the first words out of the lips of Dr. Nebogipfel when Mycroft opened the capsule.
“Ah, Dr. Nebo,” Mycroft exclaimed genially-calling the man by his alias-as he disembarked from the time machine. “Good of you to be waiting for my arrival.”
“Well, is he or isn’t he?” Dr. Nebo asked, visibly impatient.
“He is, Dr. Nebo, no doubt of it now.” Mycroft brushed his jacket and strode to the door of the shed, adding, “But we have more pressing problems now..” The doctor rushed after the voyager. “Miss Irene Adler is due to arrive in town tomorrow.”
Dr. Nebo stopped and grabbed Mycroft’s arm to turn him around. “What does that mean? How would a womantravel here.?” he asked in utter disbelief.
Unlatching his arm from the doctor’s grip, Mycroft replied, “In the same way my brother did, Doctor-she will be here in the morning tomorrow.”
“But, Mr. Holmes, how is that possible? You said that Mr. Wells must have constructed one other machine-not two!”
“My dear Doctor, if Wells could construct one machine, he could certainly replicate it, wouldn’t you say?”
Resuming his following Mycroft toward his house, Dr. Nebo said, “Yes, of course, but do you think he’s made any more than two others?”
Mycroft swiveled on his heels. “Doctor, I should think that you would be more interested in these new time machines and their functioning rather than their number in circulation,” he said, looking down at the diminutive inventor rather sternly. “Besides, I have no time for such debate; I need to find Miss Adler’s landing point before her presence in the capsule arouses the attention of the powers-that-be, if you understand my meaning.”
“Of course, Mr. Holmes, I understand. Would you have any idea where she might land?”
“Just a thought-would you know if there is a Baker Street in the city?”
“Yes,” Dr. Nebo answered readily, opening the backdoor of his home. “Actually, I browsed the internet yesterday in search of the possible location of your brother’s residence..” He led Mycroft through the kitchen and into a large living room. “Come and have a look,” he said, pointing at the large computer screen sitting in the middle of his dining room table.
Mycroft didn’t wait to be asked; he sat at the table and maneuvered the mouse on the opened website. 3321 Baker Street NE, Washington, D.C. had just been sold. The real estate agent had posted the sale only 24 hours ago. “That must be it,” Mycroft exclaimed. “That must be Sherlock’s new home.” He turned in the chair to look up at Dr. Nebo. “Although, I doubt very much that Miss Adler would be aware of the street number, she would choose 221 Baker Street as her point of landing-of that we can be fairly certain-and since the number 3321 is the only one in the street that responds approximately to the original request, perhaps she will actually land in front of that house.”
“Yes, that would be a fair assumption,” Dr. Nebo replied, trotting to a chair in the living room and plopping himself down. The little man, with a face that would scare the stauncher of kids, and a beard that revealed the entire neglect of the man himself, was not readily persuaded of anything advanced to him, just because it was posted on the internet. “But now that we know where your brother might be.”
“Not “might be”, Doctor-Sherlock has bought the house, I am sure of it. Although, he may not have been able to take possession of the property that quickly.”
“Okay, let’s assume you’re correct, but then how do you plan to divert the neighbors’ attention when this other time machine lands in the street?”
It promised to be a
“What have you found out?” was the first words out of the lips of Dr. Nebogipfel when Mycroft opened the capsule.
“Ah, Dr. Nebo,” Mycroft exclaimed genially-calling the man by his alias-as he disembarked from the time machine. “Good of you to be waiting for my arrival.”
“Well, is he or isn’t he?” Dr. Nebo asked, visibly impatient.
“He is, Dr. Nebo, no doubt of it now.” Mycroft brushed his jacket and strode to the door of the shed, adding, “But we have more pressing problems now..” The doctor rushed after the voyager. “Miss Irene Adler is due to arrive in town tomorrow.”
Dr. Nebo stopped and grabbed Mycroft’s arm to turn him around. “What does that mean? How would a womantravel here.?” he asked in utter disbelief.
Unlatching his arm from the doctor’s grip, Mycroft replied, “In the same way my brother did, Doctor-she will be here in the morning tomorrow.”
“But, Mr. Holmes, how is that possible? You said that Mr. Wells must have constructed one other machine-not two!”
“My dear Doctor, if Wells could construct one machine, he could certainly replicate it, wouldn’t you say?”
Resuming his following Mycroft toward his house, Dr. Nebo said, “Yes, of course, but do you think he’s made any more than two others?”
Mycroft swiveled on his heels. “Doctor, I should think that you would be more interested in these new time machines and their functioning rather than their number in circulation,” he said, looking down at the diminutive inventor rather sternly. “Besides, I have no time for such debate; I need to find Miss Adler’s landing point before her presence in the capsule arouses the attention of the powers-that-be, if you understand my meaning.”
“Of course, Mr. Holmes, I understand. Would you have any idea where she might land?”
“Just a thought-would you know if there is a Baker Street in the city?”
“Yes,” Dr. Nebo answered readily, opening the backdoor of his home. “Actually, I browsed the internet yesterday in search of the possible location of your brother’s residence..” He led Mycroft through the kitchen and into a large living room. “Come and have a look,” he said, pointing at the large computer screen sitting in the middle of his dining room table.
Mycroft didn’t wait to be asked; he sat at the table and maneuvered the mouse on the opened website. 3321 Baker Street NE, Washington, D.C. had just been sold. The real estate agent had posted the sale only 24 hours ago. “That must be it,” Mycroft exclaimed. “That must be Sherlock’s new home.” He turned in the chair to look up at Dr. Nebo. “Although, I doubt very much that Miss Adler would be aware of the street number, she would choose 221 Baker Street as her point of landing-of that we can be fairly certain-and since the number 3321 is the only one in the street that responds approximately to the original request, perhaps she will actually land in front of that house.”
“Yes, that would be a fair assumption,” Dr. Nebo replied, trotting to a chair in the living room and plopping himself down. The little man, with a face that would scare the stauncher of kids, and a beard that revealed the entire neglect of the man himself, was not readily persuaded of anything advanced to him, just because it was posted on the internet. “But now that we know where your brother might be.”
“Not “might be”, Doctor-Sherlock has bought the house, I am sure of it. Although, he may not have been able to take possession of the property that quickly.”
“Okay, let’s assume you’re correct, but then how do you plan to divert the neighbors’ attention when this other time machine lands in the street?”
It promised to be a
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