258. When the genius fucks up

“When the genius fucks up, that’s when I step in,” she told me.

Her workplace was an insignificant nook of Scotland Yard, hidden between the broom closet and the exit sign. It contained an ugly grey desk, a dial telephone, an early nineties computer and a wall of dusty filing cabinets. For 23 years she had been the Yard’s best kept secret. Now, she was about to blow the lid off its most famous consulting detective.

 

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11 thoughts on “258. When the genius fucks up

  1. Topaz says:

    This is hilarious. Love the last line as usual – as a die-hard Holmes fanatic, this is one of my favourites!

  2. Pavowski says:

    What a neat little idea. Quite enjoyed this.

  3. Lullaby says:

    Is it wrong to appreciate the first lines of these stories more than the last? Without that first hook — and this is great example — you’d have far fewer curious fish tugging at the lines of your fine stories.

  4. momolove1955 says:

    Hey, you found me out! I’ll have to work on a new disguise.

    I really loved this, and thanks for following me! — M. Vernet
    “I saw no one,” he said. ” That is what you may expert to see when I follow you.” — Sherlock Holmes

  5. cb says:

    Brilliant, absolutely brilliant

  6. Reblogged this on Simply Miko and commented:
    Always reading, always.

  7. thewriteedge says:

    Nice and definitely one to make a person think about the decisions we justify to accomplish certain ends.

  8. rebeccacbond says:

    Loved this! Brilliantly written.

  9. cb says:

    Potato chips or crisps?

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