A horse cart is seen being stop at the front door of a noble mansion. Few policemen were presence earlier to assist and it appears there's an issue going on. A gentleman getting off the coach and greets by a few policemen.
"Afternoon gentlemen, gives you an eerie feeling aren't we? Coming out to the cold rainy night to secure a crime scene aye? Inspector Graham from the Yard.", kindly the inspector shows his badge and access the currently secured crime scene.
Upon entering the mansion, the atmosphere is filled with traumatic and grieving moments by the maids upon recording of their statements, finally, the inspector arrives at the scene of the crime - THE MASTER'S PERSONAL BATHROOM. "What do we got so far, gentlemen?", signaled the inspector as he is in-charge of everything at the scene.
"The name's Longwood - LORD DARIUS LONGWOOD, drowned in his own bathtub, possibly he slips while getting out and hit him out cold at the back of the head.", says one of the officers.
"You.... What do you got?", asked the inspector.
"No sign of force entry, the only way out is the way we came in. That window there is nailed tight and only able to get in by smashing, There's no foul play, robbery or fights going on, sir.", says another officer. The inspector took a long silence and asked, "Besides himself, who else is in the house?"
"Only the maids and a butler, sir", a policemen says. Lord Longwood was a fine looking young gentleman which he gained his popularity from his late father who served the Queen's party and of course his more popularity came from his exquisite lifestyle, having numerous relationships with different women - SOME EVEN MARRIED.
"I want details from every crumbs and dusts you can gather from all the women he knew and priorities first on the ones that's partnered. The murderer must be one of the ladies' husband or ladies themselves.", ordered the inspector.
Suddenly a voice from the door echoed saying, "WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!". Everyone looked at the direction of the door and a figure appears. "And who might you be, this is a secured crime scene.", says the inspector.
"Who am I is not important but the killer is still in the house. You can still catch him before the crime scene is cleared off.", says the mysterious person. The inspector looked at him and asked, "What makes you think so?"
"It is clear it is not an accidental drowning and you inspector made a good guess that he might be murder. Lucky. Guess", the inspector is not pleased to hear this. "Resume to the story now, the only person who can access to the master's room is only the people involved in the house, knows his every routine, time and perhaps too well... The culprit is not one person but two actually.", says the mysterious person.
"What makes you so sure about this?", asked the inspector. "Let's look at the tub shall we? First, the water, plain and clear like what we usually consume but still naked to our eyes when it comes to senseless and colourless with water and chemical mixtures. It paralyzed our beloved Lord Longwood here but unfortunately, the mixture wasn't strong enough which resulted him being shot with a poison dart enough to caused muscle cramp and weak to an elephant.", says the mysterious figure.
The inspector looked at him the more with eye contact being in-lined. "Carry on, 'detective'", says the inspector. "Usually when a hunter ambush his killing target, he would watch from close by, making sure his target really weakens before delivering a deadly blow on a prize but since he was an amateur, common sense is to rush in on a kill to deliver a blow so the hunted could still run away. In that case, one person takes the head and keep it under water and the other - COVERS THE LEG.
And since he can't move, he could only scuffles in the tub, struggling to escape like a fish out of the water. Eventually, the chemical took effect and this helped drowns him, if he were to accidentally slipped and drown, the floor should be wet but in this case, only spots surrounding the tub is wet.
Scratch marks were partially visible showing he struggles to escape but to no avail and of course, there were almost faded footprints got ruined by all of the finest police force in the Yard walking in and out of the scene.
Luckily it still shows that this prints had a clean fine print carved from a leather which cuts out and provide comforts for people who works long hours walking and standing around - THE BUTLER HIMSELF. BUT WHICH MAID PARTICULARLY.", explained the "detective".
The "detective" pulls out a bracelet with initials "J.E.", "This bracelet will leads you to the maid, possibly had a pair, the butler's name is ELLIOT - JOHN ELLIOT no? He is the one strong enough to hold the leg. This bracelet design cut out to be a ladies' design possibly for his sister, love and protects her dearly."
"Let me see that maids' list!", says the inspector. As the inspector going through the list and one name caught his eyes, "Gracious! There's a maid named JANE ELLIOT!".
The "detective" gives a clap, "YOU HIT THE JACKPOT AND YOU HAVE YOURSELVES YOUR MURDERERS!".
"But why? Why do they have to kill the master? They can't get anything out of it.", says the inspector. "I remembered someone did mentioned Lord Longwood was quite a ladies' man, yes? even married ladies can't resist his charms. The motive is his sexual desires on the maid JANE ELLIOT which resulted in an unwanted course happened and she has no one else to go to but his brother, THE BUTLER. They killed him out of hatred and revenge. You can arrest them now if you want to know more how they do it, INSPECTOR."
The mysterious "detective" left the scene, making the inspector puzzled who he is and question his assistant. "Who is this man, Mr. Hibbert?".
"He is the brother of MYCROFT, Head of our country's finest elite defense unit force. He's not with the force but he has a great mind and thoughts we police could possibly have as a great asset but yet, he chose this path because he loves puzzles. We SCOTLAND YARD don't possibly needs him but without him, WE CAN'T SOLVE THESE MURDERS. That's our SHERLOCK HOLMES, sir." explained Mr. Hibbert.
The inspector looks at the direction HOLMES left, "SHERLOCK HOLMES eh? I believe we shall cross path soon. AGAIN."
