Short Story - The Impressions (6)

the impressions. Part six. This, said Mrs to result in Crossley, is a cheek. Listen when you have eliminated the impossible. Whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. That is the word for word advice that I gave young Arthur Doyle in a letter, and now he's gone. And given that line to some fictional detective called Sherlock Holmes, Mrs Twizzlers, Iton and Frederick were accompanying Felicity home on the bus after she had been fired from the bank, Felicity was telling them about the events that led to her being fired. Mr Do Cheney from the Historical Buildings Association, told us, You apply toe, have the building listed to stop the Russians from buying it, Felicity's boss, Tricia, had said in a shocked voice. But Mr Dick Cheney said he wasn't in favor of standing in the way of progress. So Mr Revolve is taking him out to dinner to straightened things out, bribed him? You mean huffed Felicity? How dare you? It had Bean a very unpleasant scene. Mrs. Result in was having great difficulty concentrating on Felicity. She had begun paging through a collection of Sherlock Holmes stories that were in her bag, Mrs. To result on, said Frederick. A little impatiently. We should be thinking of Felicity on what to do next rather than reading detective stories. But I knew Arthur Doyle complained. Mrs Krystle Turn. I knew he was a writer, but I didn't realize he was stealing my stories on turning them into the adventures of a male detective on with no credit to me. That's very unfair. Wait a minute. Interrupted Felicity. You knew Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, author of The Sherlock Holmes detective stories. We told you that before. Weren't you listening? He was my doctor for a short time when he lived in London. Afterwards, he was always writing to ask me about my detective investigations. Now I know why. On these investigations of yours, they're the same as the ones in the book. Well, I don't know about all off. Hm. But she looked through the pages here. This one, the blue carbuncle. It's the one about the diamond hidden in the goose. 100%. My case. Except it was a sapphire, not a diamond. Mm. Said Felicity. Slowly so we could honestly say the building has a connection to a famous historical figure. But Sherlock Holmes is fiction, not history, said Frederick. I'm not talking about homes. I'm talking about Mrs Drizzle Ton, the Rial Life female model for English literature's greatest detective. It was difficult for Felicity to remember the exact sequence of events that followed. Everything happened so fast, but she would never forget that it was Julie and Paulo who managed to put her idea into action as they were both working for a social media company at the time. Their advice and help was gold. First of all, we create some controversy, said Paula. You've got to write an INSTAGRAM post claiming that Sarosi based his character, Sherlock Holmes, on a woman. You only need a few solid facts and figures from messaged result. Um, then we'll do the rest. Addy Julie It was just a short post. But once Julie and Paula started posting on cross, posting the true story behind Sherlock Holmes on social media, the fireworks began. Within a day, a local TV crew had interviewed Felicity. That interview was picked up by the BBC on by the evening, Sherlock Holmes experts around the world had sprung into action, some to say it was nonsense. Some to say that they had always suspected that Holmes was based on a woman. A senior conservative politician said Mrs Resulting had been invented by radical feminists. This motivated feminist historians to start digging up police reports from the 18 seventies, thus proving the link to Mrs Twizzlers turns cases. Once Julie released the news that the building was being sold to mysterious Russian investors on would be torm down, the Internet went ballistic very quickly. Somebody it may have Bean. Paller sent a tweet to the Historical Buildings Association, demanding to know why they weren't doing something to protect this national treasure. As a result of that tweet, Aidan found himself without a job. As for Patricia, Felicity heard that she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. But the biggest surprise happened two weeks after the story went viral. Felicity was looking out the window of the frat when she saw too expensive cars with darkened Windows Park. Outside, several large men escorted a very well dressed woman to the door of her building. The bell rang. Miss Appleby, my name is Xenia Chris Unova, off Christian over crystals. May I come in? Felicity invited the woman in on the two of them sat at the kitchen table drinking tea. Miss Appleby, I have much to thank you for. Yesterday, I bought the building from the bank. You did? Are you still going to try to knock it down? No, but that's not a problem. In fact, I'm pleased. I paid 25% less for the building because I'll never be allowed to tear it down. But that's not why I'm thanking you. You see, she leaned forward and looked Felicity in the eyes. I am a businesswoman, but I am also the chairwoman off Russia's Sherlock Holmes Society. I am a big fan on DNA now. I have bought the location where all the stories truly took place. I shall make the ground floor. Ah, Mrs Twists, a little museum. The first floor, a showroom for prison, over crystals on the second floor, upwards offices. That's terrific. Felicity was relieved that Frederick and the others would be safe now. Yes, but there's more. Something strange happened last night. After we signed the papers, I told the directors to leave me alone for a time in the board room. They went and everything was quiet. Yes, I looked down for a moment on. When I looked up again, I found a young man in the room with me. Oh, he told me what you have done to save the building. Miss Appleby. Andi. He's suggested that if I need a curator for the museum my plan, you might be the right person. What do you think? Would you like the job? Oh, yes. Definitely. Yes. Good. They stood up and shook hands. And by the way, Mr Tumble was quite right about you. You do make a good impression. A very good impression.