Christmas on the Nile: A Sherlock Holmes and Lucy James Mystery by Anna Elliott & Charles Veley

Christmas on the Nile: A Sherlock Holmes and Lucy James Mystery by Anna Elliott & Charles Veley

Author:Anna Elliott & Charles Veley [Elliott, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wilton Press
Published: 2020-12-23T22:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER 16: FLYNN

Flynn woke to the sensation of being jabbed in the ribcage. He opened his eyes to find Becky leaning over him, just about to poke him again.

“Are you awake?” she asked.

“I am now.” Flynn sat up.

He’d gone to sleep on the downstairs sofa, while Selim took the spare bed upstairs. Now it was almost morning, to judge by the faint grey light filtering in through the windows.

“Something wrong?”

Becky was already fully dressed and wearing her outdoor coat and gloves.

“I want to go and consult Mr. Holmes’s files,” she said.

Flynn rubbed his eyes. “At Baker Street? What about?”

“The name you overheard Farooq use. Urabi. I think Selim was lying when he said it didn’t mean anything to him.”

“You’ve got that right.” Flynn had been tempted to tell Selim that anyone who couldn’t make up lies better than he did should give up trying. But Selim had been in bad enough shape that he hadn’t had the heart to badger him.

Now Flynn swung his legs down from the sofa and reached for his coat. He’d already got his boots on, since he’d slept in them.

“Should we tell Constable what’s-his-name we’re going?”

So far as he knew, the copper was still standing guard outside the door.

“Polk,” Becky said. “And that’s just it, I don’t want to tell him. He’ll say that it’s too risky to go to Baker Street and we ought to wait until Jack gets back—unless he comes with us, and in that case, he wouldn’t be guarding Selim. And what if this is something important, something that Mr. Holmes and Lucy need to know?”

Flynn wasn’t going to argue about that, either. He’d stayed awake for a long time last night, with two thoughts jabbing him, sharp as a couple of tie pins between the shoulder blades:

First, that Farooq wasn’t just collecting all those weapons and the nitroglycerin so that he could put them up on some mantle shelf. He and the Sons of Ra were going to use them. People would die.

The second thought that had kept him awake, skin crawling, was the fact that Mr. Holmes could get himself killed all the way out in foreign parts.

“Let’s go,” he told Becky. “We can get out the back window where Constable Polk won’t see.”



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