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Characters: The One-Legged News Vender, Dr John Watson Fandom: ACD Canon (Illustrious Client) Rating: G Notes/Warnings: None Word count: 221 Link:here
Oakey rubs where his peg-leg meets the stump. "So this blighter, he stands there about half a minute like he's gone stupid and then he lunges for my paper. I tell him he's got to pay -"
I clap his shoulder across the table. "Taking advantage of a one-legged man as can't chase back. It's that world, Oakey. I ought spot you -"
He starts fishing in his pouch. "I got it, Leathers."
He waves a gold sovereign, breaking into a huge grin.
"Tweedy old walrus really had gone stupid, see? Ran off before I could set his fare right."
I laugh from the belly. "Seven o'clock paper, and still I'll wager he didn't run straight."
"He had a little limp. Barely knew where he was. But nah, he weren't swizzled." Oakey frowns. "He ran straight enough. Fast, too."
It's then I finally hear what he's been telling me.
"This tweedy walrus - bowler hat? Big moustache?"
Oakey stares. "Yeah. How -"
"Oakey. What is it we been shouting all morning?"
"Murderous attack -" he recites, before his eyes go wide. "Nahhhh."
"Dr Watson," I say. "I'll lay you anything. Better still - his writing ain't swagger. He's that devoted, that honest. Just as he's always made himself out."
And here's all London yelling Murderous Attack upon Sherlock Holmes.
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Fandom: ACD Canon (Illustrious Client)
Rating: G
Notes/Warnings: None
Word count: 221
Link: here
Oakey rubs where his peg-leg meets the stump. "So this blighter, he stands there about half a minute like he's gone stupid and then he lunges for my paper. I tell him he's got to pay -"
I clap his shoulder across the table. "Taking advantage of a one-legged man as can't chase back. It's that world, Oakey. I ought spot you -"
He starts fishing in his pouch. "I got it, Leathers."
He waves a gold sovereign, breaking into a huge grin.
"Tweedy old walrus really had gone stupid, see? Ran off before I could set his fare right."
I laugh from the belly. "Seven o'clock paper, and still I'll wager he didn't run straight."
"He had a little limp. Barely knew where he was. But nah, he weren't swizzled." Oakey frowns. "He ran straight enough. Fast, too."
It's then I finally hear what he's been telling me.
"This tweedy walrus - bowler hat? Big moustache?"
Oakey stares. "Yeah. How -"
"Oakey. What is it we been shouting all morning?"
"Murderous attack -" he recites, before his eyes go wide. "Nahhhh."
"Dr Watson," I say. "I'll lay you anything. Better still - his writing ain't swagger. He's that devoted, that honest. Just as he's always made himself out."
And here's all London yelling Murderous Attack upon Sherlock Holmes.
"You might give back his sovereign, poor bloke."