Sherlock!” John yelled storming into the lounge of 221B Baker Street. “What is the meaning of this?” Sherlock rolled over onto his side to face Watson from his position on the sofa. “Oh that. Just a little experiment.” He replied unamused. John threw his melted trainers to the floor. “Since when did burning my shoes into Louisiana-Style barbecue seem like a good idea for an experiment?” He started raising his voice. “I am merely trying to solve this murder.” Sherlock said matter-of-factly, standing up. “Trying to solve the murder. The murder-Sherlock! The woman was clearly pushed out the window. How will destroying the flat help solve the case?” Anger began to rise in his voice. “No…you are wrong. Why do …show more content…
Watson!” Sherlock called out the window, suddenly cheerily. He looked up to face him. Sherlock walked away from the window to return a minute later. “What is going on?” John asked. His question wasn’t answered though, because when he looked up again he saw Sherlock shoving the mattress to his bed out the window. It hit him dead on, knocking him to the ground. Mrs. Hudson appeared next to Sherlock in the window. “That’s coming out of your rent, young man!” She scolded him. “I PAY THE RENT!!!” John shrieked, shoving the mattress off of him. “What the bloody hell was that for?” He yelled, turning his attention to Sherlock. “The case. The night of the murder, the woman had been having an argument with her husband. She had been having an affair, and he was angry. She left the house, probably to go to her lover’s flat and tell him that their secret had been discovered, only for her to return a while later after her husband called her to have her collect her things. On her return, he threw a potted plant out the window, hitting her on the head and killing her on impact. That explains the broken window, the dirt surrounding the scene, and why the body’s skull was smashed in. I told you she was not pushed!” He rambled on,