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The Science of Deduction, Friday - 9/17
Class was once again held in the danger shop today, but it was a different scene. Gone was the woman in pink and the worn down room from last week.
Instead, there was an unmoving man sitting at the table. It was as if the scene was paused for closer examination.
"Last week you looked at the crime, today you look at the criminal behind it," Sherlock said, taking a seat across from the frozen man.
Ah, yes. Because John really needed to relive this one. (Part of him did. It had been exhilarating. Still...) He darted a quick smile at the audience from where he was still standing, upright. "And thank you for introducing me, Sherlock."
Sherlock sighed, settling back in his seat again. "My colleague, John Watson, class. I assume many of you have already found his blog."
"Yes." John flashed what he hoped was a second, warmer smile at everyone watching; it came off slightly awkward. Then he turned his attention back to Sherlock. "So the cabbie."
The class better enjoy it. John was the friendly, personable one of the pair. "Yes, the cab driver. He used his profession to hunt lure victims into his cab in order to take them to a private location in order to force them to murder themselves. Rather ingenious, I must admit."
"And terrifying for the victims," John filled in, because he knew Sherlock wouldn't. He was a little crap at being the 'kind, personable one', but he was as close as they were going to get around Sherlock. Alas. "The same murderer almost got to Sherlock," he said, glancing at the man. "He put forward two pills, one deadly, one not. The victim had to choose which is which."
Sherlock smiled in a way that was hardly kind or personable. "I played his game and now it's your turn. Discuss which pill you would take and why."
John didn't add anything to that, though any would-be deducers might be able to glean something out of the way he was rubbing his temple.
Or not. Still, it seemed hardly sporting to offer them 'or wait until your friend shoots the killer' as an option.
Instead, there was an unmoving man sitting at the table. It was as if the scene was paused for closer examination.
"Last week you looked at the crime, today you look at the criminal behind it," Sherlock said, taking a seat across from the frozen man.
Ah, yes. Because John really needed to relive this one. (Part of him did. It had been exhilarating. Still...) He darted a quick smile at the audience from where he was still standing, upright. "And thank you for introducing me, Sherlock."
Sherlock sighed, settling back in his seat again. "My colleague, John Watson, class. I assume many of you have already found his blog."
"Yes." John flashed what he hoped was a second, warmer smile at everyone watching; it came off slightly awkward. Then he turned his attention back to Sherlock. "So the cabbie."
The class better enjoy it. John was the friendly, personable one of the pair. "Yes, the cab driver. He used his profession to hunt lure victims into his cab in order to take them to a private location in order to force them to murder themselves. Rather ingenious, I must admit."
"And terrifying for the victims," John filled in, because he knew Sherlock wouldn't. He was a little crap at being the 'kind, personable one', but he was as close as they were going to get around Sherlock. Alas. "The same murderer almost got to Sherlock," he said, glancing at the man. "He put forward two pills, one deadly, one not. The victim had to choose which is which."
Sherlock smiled in a way that was hardly kind or personable. "I played his game and now it's your turn. Discuss which pill you would take and why."
John didn't add anything to that, though any would-be deducers might be able to glean something out of the way he was rubbing his temple.
Or not. Still, it seemed hardly sporting to offer them 'or wait until your friend shoots the killer' as an option.
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