Sherlock Sam and the Sinister Letters in Bras Basah by A.J. Low

Author:A.J. Low
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9789810758905
Publisher: Epigram Books
Published: 2016-09-18T16:00:00+00:00

“I-am-not-foliage,” Watson said.

It was Wednesday and we were back in school. I was trying to convince Watson that he needed to remain in the classroom during recess and use his new holographic recording ability in case the culprit decided to put letters in Luis’ bag!

“I know you’re not a plant, Watson, but I’m asking you to pretend to be one, or at least hide behind that fern over there so that we can catch this guy,” I said.

I really needed to install a camouflage function in Watson. Then, he would be able to change colours and even pretend to be a giant hamburger!

“Please, Watson?” Luis said. “You’re our only hope.”

“I-will-do-this-only-because-Luis-asked-me-nicely,” Watson replied, looking at me.

With Watson safely hidden behind the giant fern in Luis’ classroom, the rest of us went down to the canteen for recess. I had a delicious chicken wing and a slice of pizza as well.

“Wow, Sherlock. You really like to eat!” Luis said. “You could be Mexican!”

Wendy laughed so hard she almost fell off the bench. Even Nazhar couldn’t hide his smile.

Just then, the bell rang, signalling the end of recess. We were all anxious to view Watson’s recording, but it was time for Language Arts and that meant that we had to write letters to the authors whose books we had selected. The recording would have to wait until lunch break.

I wrote a letter to the author of Wibbly Wobbly, Timey Wimey politely asking about the inconsistencies in the science and maths relating to time travel in the book. I also congratulated the author on picking a very clever pseudonym—The Physician’s Companion. I recognised a Doctor Who fan when I encountered one.

I peeked over at Luis and saw that he was writing a letter to the author of Indestructible Shapes, John Halson, asking him what his favourite shape was. Jimmy looked up at me and waved his sheet of paper about. He had drawn lots of robots that looked suspiciously like Watson.

Once everyone was done writing their letters, Mrs Chi gave us envelopes to put our letters in and collected them all. I checked the clock in the classroom and saw that we still had an hour until lunch! I knew Luis and Jimmy were just as anxious as I was to view Watson’s recording. Fortunately for all of us, the hour passed quickly and the bell signalling lunch soon rang.

Jimmy, Luis, Watson and I made our way down to the corner of the basketball court. That was our prearranged meeting place, and Wendy and Nazhar soon joined us.

“Let the meeting of Sherlock Sam and his Supper Club begin!” Jimmy said.

“We-are-not-his-Supper-Club,” Watson said.

“Supper clubs are things grown-ups do. You all are just kids,” a voice said from behind us.

We turned around.

“Eliza!” Wendy said. My sister didn’t look at all happy to see her classmate. “Please stop eavesdropping.”

I didn’t like Eliza any more than Wendy did, but I had noticed Eliza seated by herself during recess and lunch the past two days. It was likely that she didn’t have any friends to eat with and that was a very sad thing.

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