Who Killed Sherlock Holmes? by Paul Cornell

Author:Paul Cornell [Cornell, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781447273271
Publisher: Pan Macmillan UK

SEVENTEEN

Joe had been incredulous about Sefton getting back to work so quickly. ‘So they can just snap their fingers and do that, then? Get poison out of your system, miraculously, like proper gods?’

Sefton had said they obviously could. Joe had replied that it’d be a good thing to get one of these gods on Kev’s side permanently. Then his expression had gone all trying not to cry, and Sefton had held him. They ended up laughing in relief at him having come out the other side OK. Sefton, as always, did his best to reassure him.

The next morning, before getting into his car, he tried to call Ross, half interested in the answers to their work questions, half in a ‘so, girlfriend’ kind of way, but he only got her voicemail. Immediately he clicked off, his phone rang again. It was Sarah Quill. Sefton was the only one of his team she had managed to get hold of. She hadn’t left messages for the others; she didn’t want to say what was going on. She asked him to come over as soon as he could.

So here he was, at Quill’s house, which he’d last seen with the shadows of an urgent investigation hanging over it. Now it felt bad in an entirely different way. Sefton could feel the wrongness as he walked to the door, feel that now this place was . . . haunted. Sarah answered; she had that trying-not-to-cry expression, but with it was a great determination and anger. ‘He’s in the kitchen,’ she said.

Sefton felt Quill’s presence before he saw him. He’d never experienced this sensation of the Sight before, to feel a place haunted by a living person. Quill was squatting by the fridge as he entered, drawing slowly and carefully on a piece of paper. He looked up and nodded. ‘Yeah, good, now’s the right time for you to be here.’

Sarah looked anguished at Sefton. ‘I called him, Quill.’

‘Well, good for you. What do you want, a medal? Just because for once you haven’t put something in my way, just because you accidentally got something right. Kev, never mind her, look at this.’ He was drawing, Sefton saw, what seemed to be a star map. ‘She says the asteroid couldn’t be in that part of the sky. I say it could, millions of years ago. We may be dealing with a crime that old. Logic, you see?’

So Sefton asked, and heard the whole theory, which jumped over many lapses of logic with phrases like ‘That must mean . . .’ Sefton called him on this the first couple of times, only for Quill to become suddenly furious, to say he was getting in the way like Sarah was.

Oh God. Sefton looked back to Sarah. She must have been putting up with this for the last few days. ‘Right,’ he said, ‘I’ve got all that on board now. I’ll just go and get my notebook and write it down.’ Quill nodded, pleased, and went back to his drawing.

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