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The Case of the Errant Clergyman
A Holmes and Hove Novella by A.C. Dale. (A nom de plume of Yotna El’toub)
Chapter Six:
Discovery.
Holmes for once was fairly contented; he sat carefully cleaning each of his pipes in turn. The resemblance of his pipe rack to a rifle rack did not escape him, nor did the dutiful act of cherishing a precise machine. His mind started to drift back to his days in the Sudan...
“Beggin’ pardon Mr ’Olmes, but Mr ’Ove is here and ’es somewhat impatient to see you.”
Ned’s eyes refocused on Nancy.
“By all means bid him in...”
Nancy walked back to the door softly cursing her vacant-eyed employer. “E’s an odd ’un alright Nance!”
Thirty seconds later any semblance of peace in Holmes’s office was shattered.
“Well Ned! What is our plan, are we readied for battle?”
Holmes grimaced and lifted a straightened finger over his pursed lips.
“Ah, quite so,” whispered Brighton, “Walls, ears, and all that. So what brilliant wheeze have you dreamt up?
“None.”
Brighton stared, slack-jawed “None? You mean...”
“I mean this is one event we cannot plan for, we have to react—and quickly as events develop.” Holmes replied.
“Good Lord above!” Hove’s brow furrowed. “Is that not dashed dangerous?”
“It is, but alas it is also our only recourse. We do not know how the three of them will proceed.”
“Three of them? Three of who?”
“The three Daughters of Sappho we have under this roof.”
“Three? I count only two, Nance and Norma surely there are no more...”
“You choose to ignore Emily,” Holmes sighed, “she is not as recovered as she would portray; I checked on her bedchamber this past night, and sadly it was vacated.”
“I’ll be jiggered, you entered her bedchamber uninvited, what if she had been there, worse still—had she awoken?”
“Well it was a risk, but as we now know a worthwhile one. We have a coven of the Daughter’s here within 221b,” Ned’s face darkened,
“And they will have been plotting. This is our only guide.” Holmes’s hand settled on Forty’s diary.
Hove said nothing; he merely stared at Holmes stony-faced.
She walked along the passageway at a steady pace; carefully Sybil counted the gateways she passed. She was certain this was the one, the figures 221b were mounted high on the gate post. She slipped into the well kept garden and made straight for the scullery door. As arranged, it was open. Once inside she made her way to the kitchen and emptied her reticule on to the table. The collected items sat in a pile, nothing remarkable about any one of them, but the green irradiance they threw off into the room was burgeoning on intense. Sybil turned to face the creak of the kitchen door, she beamed at Nancy and Nony.
“The trap is set, and soon our prey will be ensnared.” The three women embraced and kissed languidly, small intimate sounds issued as their hands snaked through crumpled clothing. As Nancy bared Sybil’s right breast, the bell for the front door twitched on its spring and rang three times. Nancy covered Sybil and resumed a more controlled air, “The game is afoot, Sybil if you will allow Florisa entry...
With some reluctance Sybil obeyed. At that precise moment she would have rather obeyed the itch in her loins, but she knew Nancy was right. It was time.
Nancy for her part returned to her foreplay, and after stoking Nony’s cheek her cool fingers sought out the girl’s warm breasts. The touch brought Nony on to her tip toes and her nipples to tight erectness.
Sybil walked through the strange house cursing her luck, but she knew that for the plan to work, it must be the most experienced that confronted Holmes and Hove to concentrate the power. Her heart was in her throat as she crossed the last few yards of tiled hallway, swinging the door open as she welcomed the two uninvited guests.
Florisa walked into the hallway as if she owned it, behind her trailed Jessica, she held tightly on to her matron’s hand. The door was quietly closed and the group waited, soon their guide arrived. She led the group onwards and opened a door ushering them in.
“My thanks,” said Sybil as she grazed Emily’s lips with hers.
The two men in the room rose with some shock from the volume they had been avidly scouring.
Holmes spoke, “Ah, I see you are going for the headlong approach? Bravery or tom-foolery; I wonder at you Mrs Bellinger.”
Florisa smiled, “I saw no need for any other approach, you are... merely men after all.”
“Damned impertinence!” Hove gushed, before he was restrained by Ned’s hand on his forearm.
“Men we are indeed, but we are men who have seen the hardship of battle in the Sudan. There is little for us to fear now.” Holmes stated.
“Little indeed, except fear itself. What if I could take away your reputation and power at a stroke—if I, a lowly woman could send you, rightly to gaol.”
Anger got the better of Hove, he wrestled away from Holmes and made directly for Florisa. Sybil immediately stepped forward, in her hand she held a hairpin. “Mr Hove, that is most ungallant of you! I strongly suggest you take a seat and calm down. Now!”
Despite himself Brighton turned abruptly, walked stiffly back to his seat and sat. “Well I’ll be jiggered!” he looked at Holmes in confusion.
Holmes nodded, “I see the gloves are off. What is it you and the Daughters want?” Ned stiffened his back, “You must surely know we will not give up lightly. It is our sole intent to disband you.”
“Of you we want nothing, no more than we do of any man. Soon you will be in no position to cause us harm.” Said Florrie, before turning to Sybil, “Fetch the Reverend and the others and return with them. I want all the sisters to witness our victory.”
On her third attempt, Sybil found the correct bedroom. She saw the Reverend on his knees in prayer. Fortesque struggled to his feet, “No. I will not be tempted again, leave me alone woman!”
Sybil took one further step before tilting her head down and looking at the floor. “I have come for your forgiveness and understanding. I know that I have sinned, and worse still I have corrupted you, a man of the cloth. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Are you a man of charity?”
Forty looked directly at Sybil. “Yes, I am a man of charity... Yet you have done things that are beyond the pale, an abomination before both God and Nature!” the placid Reverend summoned his will, “Now, begone!” He raised his fist as if this were a direct commandment from the mount.
Sybil visibly crumbled and threw herself at the old Reverend’s feet. “Forgive me Fortesque, that sinful creature was not me; I was under a corrupt influence...”
Forty wavered in his conviction, he knelt beside Sybil’s sobbing form. “If you truly are repentant, I may be able to assist. Confess to me and absolve your soul.” He reached out a hand and brushed her long hair away from her face; the pin was revealed! The Reverend recoiled and tried to stand, it was too late, once again he was in its thrall.
Sybil rose from the floor triumphantly. “My plaything once more,” she cooed, “Come Fortesque, you are invited to witness our final victory and the true foundation of the Daughters in England!” Forty rose and staggered along behind Sybil, he barely registered the other women gathered in the corridor. Obediently he followed them. The tears streaming down his face was the only outward sign of his resistance.
Florisa smiled as the girls returned to the room, staggering behind them was the shambling form of the Reverend Fortesque Magdalen-Chalmondesleigh. Florrie addressed the room.
“At last we are all assembled, now you men will finally realise the power of the Daughters; you will live to regret taking offence at the peccadillo we take delight in!”
Holmes spoke calmly in reply, but he could not keep a sneer from his voice or indeed his face. “It is not the peccadillo of your preferred love we despise. It is the theft of the free-will of these women. They, as you, were not free to choose sapphism. I, and others in this room, will always stand full square behind freedom.” Ned smiled coldly, “Freedom, choice—are they concepts you are still familiar with Bellinger?”
“Freedom, you talk to us of freedom! What freedom do we have in this male dominated society? We have none—but we shall, now we have uncovered a mechanism.” Replied Florrie.
Holmes guffawed his derision, “Found a mechanism? You have been usurped by the mechanism, you are its slaves; I wonder if any of you know of the true power behind the Daughters.”
Sybil interjected, “You will not laugh at us soon Mr Holmes, will he Florrie?”
“Indeed not, soon you men will be the slaves of your new desires; whilst our love is a mere peccadillo, yours will be a disgrace. It will mean ruin and imprisonment for you all!” Florisa snarled, “The love of one woman for another is tolerated; of one man for another it is a cardinal sin. Yet that shall be your desire; your only desire.”
That said, Florrie dipped her hand under the neckline of her dress and brought a shining green charm into the open. The charm crackled ominously and sent out bolts of emerald light that sparkled around each woman in the room. Almost instantly the items each Daughter carried illuminated in an illict response.
Brighton was stung into action and flew across the room towards Florisa, “I’ll be jiggered if such a thing will occur, you harridan!” Oddly Hove’s advance was abruptly halted before he had crossed but half of the distance to his target.
“Now, dear Mr Hove, such male aggression is not needed here. You will only be able to approach members of your own sex, and not with aggression, but with love.” Bellinger giggled coldly, “Members. Yes that is a very relevant term. Observe.”
Hove found his head forced down by some unknown force. His eyes widened as he watched the front of his trousers tent outwards with the pressure of a mighty erection. At that moment his mind was assaulted with foreign and unwanted desires. In desperation his eyes flew to the Reverend; alas he was similarly affected and his face twisted in perverted longing. He pulled his eyes from the slobbering clergyman and looked in desperation to Holmes.
The detective sported a fine bulge at the junction of his muscular thighs. As Brighton gazed longingly, Ned’s hands freed the buttons holding the flap of his breeches and pulled his clothing aside to reveal a most delightful purple-headed pego. Brighton groaned. “My god, I will not give into this temptation. It is unnatural, an abomination.” Sweat beaded on Hove’s brow as he gritted his teeth.
Sybil barked a command, “Ladies concentrate, we Daughters can break them, and make their peccadillo permanent!”
The room glowed with an undulating green luminescence, and then crackled with the release of static electricity. A bolt struck each straining pego on its weeping tip. Urgently the three men approached each other. The daughters held their collective breath in anticipation.
Nancy watched silently as the three men strode towards each other. Holmes with his disgusting excitement was clear for all to view; the others had their pego’s covered but in an obvious state of savage erectness.
Florisa’s thoughts filled Nancy’s mind, and she sank into their warm comfort once again, ‘Soon they will all be crushed, despised men—imprisoned, or worse! Concentrate on them.’
Nancy obeyed, but then she caught Brighton’s eye. She had seen that look before. She recalled he looked at her that way, she recalled the feeling of wanting him. She had wanted him so badly at the time...
Suddenly Nancy broke the ranks of the Daughters and flew at her target, arms akimbo, nails bared. “You will not ruin him! Mr ’Ove is mine!".
A second later she hit Florrie in the midriff, winding the woman and forcing her to the floor. Things now moved apace. Nancy shredded Florisa’s blouse; the ferocity of her attack forced Florrie’s breasts from the silken corset she wore. As inviting as the soft mounds were, they now held no fascination for Nance. Her quest was for the charm that her Mistress wore so elegantly around her neck. Nance clawed and scrapped, leaving wheals on Florrie’s now ravaged chest. Grasping Nancy caught the chain, snapping it with ease. The charm fell into the palm of her cupped hand. At last she held it!
Before anyone could react she hurled the glowing trinket towards the fire. The charm bounced once on the hearth before settling into the heart of the flickering flames. “No!” Screamed Sybil as she rushed to the hearth to retrieve the poker. The charm for its part glistened brightly in its newly dual shades of silver and bright emerald green, and then with no warning it broke asunder and melted into the hot flames.
At once a shockwave emitted from the fireplace, it was of such a force that all gathered were blown to the floor. When the mist of green finally cleared the room was silent, silent yet full of immobile bodies.
An hour later Ned sat in his study with Forty and Brighton.
“Do you know Hove without the brave Nancy all three of us would have been quite undone.” Holmes paused to puff at his pipe, “I think I may understand your attraction to her now and I approve, yes I most heartily approve.”
Forty nodded, “I can concur without her intervention we would all have been in the most tremendous pickle.”
Hove winced visibly, “There are some events, and indeed feelings, by jiggery, that are best left to one side. However just how do we reward Nancy for her bravery and loyalty?” Brighton cocked an eyebrow,
“What do you say Holmes?”
Holmes said naught, he just leant over and tugged on a pull chord. He sat patiently waiting, peacefully puffing on his pipe. Eventually Nancy appeared from downstairs.
“Yes Mr ’Olmes, is it luncheon you is after?” She asked.
“No Nancy, luncheon will have to wait, we need to get the dear Reverend his due pardon from the constabulary.” Ned drew in his breath, almost reluctantly he spoke, “I wished to thank you from us all for the service you rendered to us today Nancy. Even though you are a mere woman, indeed a servant, you acted with a courage that belies your sex. Nancy, you are indeed one of us; an indivisible part of Holmes and Hove. You and Nora are welcome to stay within these walls in perpetuity!”
Nancy curtsied, “Thank you sir, does that mean me and Nony ain’t in trouble?”
“In trouble?” Hove interjected, “It means you are our heroine’s. Real troopers for the cause!”
Nancy’s eyes misted, “I can’t wait to tell Nony...”
“Ah,” said Homes, “When you do, ask her to have luncheon ready for three. Hove and I should be back by then.”
Nancy nodded, turned and left the room with a noticeable spring in her step.
“Now then Forty, I think we should go and explain to the good Sergeant Smythe what all this has been about. I should also like to ask his assistance, for I am certain who lies at the crux of this matter.”
Fortesque blinked “Not Bellinger then?”
“No something much more sinister—the Illuminatii!” Replied Ned.
“Well I will be jiggered, surely they have no interest in the woman’s cause?” Said Brighton.
“No Hove, of course not, but they will use any means to subjugate others; this was merely their latest device.” Holmes rested his pipe back on the rack. Still we must away to the Station, we have a reputation to restore.”
Nancy waited until she heard the sound of the door shutting. At that moment she left her tidying in the devastated lounge and stole down the stairs to the kitchen. She walked up behind Norma and slid her hands around the cook’s slender waist.
“Nance! Oh, you made me jump.” Squealed Norma.
“I have a surprise for you. We are seen as permanent employees. Even better I am seen as a heroine...”
“So—Mr Holmes is not going to eject us on to the streets? That’s a real relief.”
Nancy slid her right hand up to Norma’s left breast and tightened her fingers. She probed insistently for the bud of Nony’s nipple, a smile came to Nancy’s lips as she felt a tell-tale hardening.
“Hey, stop that—I’m not under that spell any more. In any case, what about your Brighton?” Asked Norma.
“My Mr ’Ove ain’t ’ere, you are. Plus I sort ’ave a taste for it now, don’t you Nony?” Nancy slipped her left hand down to the delta between Norma’s thighs and pushed against the quivering mound nestled there. She felt Norma tense her body, and let out a low chuckle.
“If we aren’t going to make it a habit... I suppose we have time.” replied Norma.
“I doubt if its ’abit forming, just jump up on that table, lay back and let the dog see the rabbit...” So saying Nancy grasped Nora’s waist and swung her around towards the table. With a gentle push Nancy sent Norma backwards on to the table’s surface.
Norma giggled and spread her legs to give Nancy access to her drawers. The young cook shivered in anticipation of Nancy’s touch. When it came it was not from Nancy’s delicate digits, but from her soft lips. As Nancy’s tongue travelled up Norma’s loins she let out a long sigh...
“You know Nony, me old mum always said ‘Never you ferget nuffink you learns. Fer sure one day it’ll come in ’andy. I never thought she knew what she was talkin’ about. Turns out she did. Now that’s a real turn up for the book!”
“Just do it. We don’t want to delay luncheon.” Sighed Norma.
“Don’t worry, we will be the perfect servants; once we sort out our needs.” Laughed Nancy.
Nancy extended her tongue and circled Norma’s nubbin with a long lick.
“I think I am going to like working for Mr Holmes.” Sighed Norma.