Europe rather rapidly…”
“And we both know that’s not exactly true, is it, Miss Adler?” Mycroft’s tone of voice was turning to ice.
“Perhaps it isn’t, but I didn’t want Sherlock to go on chasing ghosts when the problem in hand is here and now – in 2010.”
“I should say you were right to avoid such questions or confrontation with Sherlock at this point. It would only have complicated matters and resolve nothing of our present problem.”
“So, what do you want me to do now?”
“Just tell me this: did Sherlock mention where he was going tonight?”
“No, not tonight, no. He seemed in a hurry for me to leave though.”
“And why do you think that is?”
“I have no idea, Mycroft, I’m sorry.”
“You said, “not tonight,” are you due to meet with him at another time then?”
“Well yes. He asked me to meet him tomorrow at his Baker Street address to visit the house. He sounded keen to show it to me.”
“And when would that meeting take place?”
“He suggested about ten o’clock in the morning… .” Hearing no reply, Irene asked, “Will you come back this weekend as planned?”
“I don’t know, my dear. I’ve been putting so many things on the back burner since this whole affair started, I may have to remain in London for another week or so before I could come back to Washington… . But if you needed anything in the meantime, please don’t hesitate to ring me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, of course… , I will.”
When they hung up on both sides of the Atlantic, neither was comfortable with the idea of not knowing where Sherlock was that night. Mycroft hoped his brother hadn’t decided to take the time machine and return to 1890 to chase David Penny – that would spell disaster for everyone concerned. He was also glad that Irene had not revealed her connection with Moriarty – no need to bring back the old beast into this affair.
As for Irene, when she replaced the receiver and lay down on the bed, she tried to figure out what could David Penny be doing in this century. Was he more than a messenger? And how would he have travelled through time? To her knowledge, Professor Wells had only constructed two time machines in 1890 and Dr. Nebo had a third that Mycroft used on that one occasion to find out if his brother had travelled to 2010. Could there be someone else with a time machine? There had to be, Irene concluded, how else could the man have travelled back and forth through these two centuries?
Located in midtown Manhattan on West 44 th Street and Broadway, The Majestic is one of the largest theatres in New York. With over 1600 seats, Sherlock didn’t wonder why Adnan had chosen the place to detonate his radiological bomb. The spots where the man could have hid his device were innumerable and probably not easily accessible.
What Sherlock didn’t know was that Agent Denver in Washington had already dispatched a number of FBI agents, including bomb and biological warfare experts, to the site. By the time he arrived near the premises, the front entrance was cordoned off and there were police officers everywhere. Seeing this from a distance while still in the cab that had fought its way through traffic for about an hour now, Sherlock asked the driver to drop him off a few blocks farther down the avenue.
Since his coat, he knew now, attracted attention, he decided to divest himself of the apparel and cap before leaving the taxi. He then walked down Broadway and looked upward at the buildings towering over the street. He recalled the photographs he had seen in some magazines before he had left 1890 and could hardly grasp the growth and changes that had taken place in the last 120 years. Phenomenal, he thought. He approached the Majestic from across the street and watched the officers pace the pavement by the building’s entrance.
Inside the theatre, FBI Agent Michael Ashford was directing the operation “Recovery” – the name given to the
“And we both know that’s not exactly true, is it, Miss Adler?” Mycroft’s tone of voice was turning to ice.
“Perhaps it isn’t, but I didn’t want Sherlock to go on chasing ghosts when the problem in hand is here and now – in 2010.”
“I should say you were right to avoid such questions or confrontation with Sherlock at this point. It would only have complicated matters and resolve nothing of our present problem.”
“So, what do you want me to do now?”
“Just tell me this: did Sherlock mention where he was going tonight?”
“No, not tonight, no. He seemed in a hurry for me to leave though.”
“And why do you think that is?”
“I have no idea, Mycroft, I’m sorry.”
“You said, “not tonight,” are you due to meet with him at another time then?”
“Well yes. He asked me to meet him tomorrow at his Baker Street address to visit the house. He sounded keen to show it to me.”
“And when would that meeting take place?”
“He suggested about ten o’clock in the morning… .” Hearing no reply, Irene asked, “Will you come back this weekend as planned?”
“I don’t know, my dear. I’ve been putting so many things on the back burner since this whole affair started, I may have to remain in London for another week or so before I could come back to Washington… . But if you needed anything in the meantime, please don’t hesitate to ring me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, of course… , I will.”
When they hung up on both sides of the Atlantic, neither was comfortable with the idea of not knowing where Sherlock was that night. Mycroft hoped his brother hadn’t decided to take the time machine and return to 1890 to chase David Penny – that would spell disaster for everyone concerned. He was also glad that Irene had not revealed her connection with Moriarty – no need to bring back the old beast into this affair.
As for Irene, when she replaced the receiver and lay down on the bed, she tried to figure out what could David Penny be doing in this century. Was he more than a messenger? And how would he have travelled through time? To her knowledge, Professor Wells had only constructed two time machines in 1890 and Dr. Nebo had a third that Mycroft used on that one occasion to find out if his brother had travelled to 2010. Could there be someone else with a time machine? There had to be, Irene concluded, how else could the man have travelled back and forth through these two centuries?
Located in midtown Manhattan on West 44 th Street and Broadway, The Majestic is one of the largest theatres in New York. With over 1600 seats, Sherlock didn’t wonder why Adnan had chosen the place to detonate his radiological bomb. The spots where the man could have hid his device were innumerable and probably not easily accessible.
What Sherlock didn’t know was that Agent Denver in Washington had already dispatched a number of FBI agents, including bomb and biological warfare experts, to the site. By the time he arrived near the premises, the front entrance was cordoned off and there were police officers everywhere. Seeing this from a distance while still in the cab that had fought its way through traffic for about an hour now, Sherlock asked the driver to drop him off a few blocks farther down the avenue.
Since his coat, he knew now, attracted attention, he decided to divest himself of the apparel and cap before leaving the taxi. He then walked down Broadway and looked upward at the buildings towering over the street. He recalled the photographs he had seen in some magazines before he had left 1890 and could hardly grasp the growth and changes that had taken place in the last 120 years. Phenomenal, he thought. He approached the Majestic from across the street and watched the officers pace the pavement by the building’s entrance.
Inside the theatre, FBI Agent Michael Ashford was directing the operation “Recovery” – the name given to the
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