Detective Bravestar

By: HorseWhoRunsFree

Dec. 14th, 2010

This story is fiction, it never happened, okay. For those who have seen the new Sherlock Holmes movie, please don't hate me, okay. My furry character is havin' a hard...He don't know if he's gay or not.....This story is for every one who is 20 or older....Any on who isn't, I wouldn't go any further, IF I WERE YOU.....For every one else enjoy the story.

Part 1.

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September 1841, London, England

It was a rainy, September day, as a black carriage pulled up in front of a little building. On the building, was number, which read, 222B. The B stood for Baker Street. The driver stepped down and opened the side door of the carriage. Out of the carriage, stepped a homesomely dressed white horse. He was wearing a gray suit, and carrying a walking stick in his right hand. He stuck his left hand in his coat pocket and pulled out a key. He stepped forward, unlocked the door and stepped inside, where he was greeted by his housekeeper . He haned his walking stick to her, and she placed it in the bin, next to the door. When the white horse moved out of the doorway, the housekepper shut the front door. The white horse went to his study door and opened it, and went inside. The housekeeper had shut the door behind him and left. He turned to his right and pulled on the bellrope. The door on the other side of the room opened, and in stepped a maid.

"You rang sir?" asked the maid.

"Yes I did...I want you to make a nice fire me...After your finished there, I want you put the kettle on...I want some nice hot tea, okay." said the white horse.

"Yes sir." said the maid, and she set to work on making a nice warm fire for the white horse. After that, she went to the kitchen, and put the kettle on, for tea.

As the white horse moved across the room to his desk, there came a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" asked the white horse.

"It is, I sir, the housekeeper...May I come in?" asked the housekeeper.

"Of course you may enter." said the white horse.

The housekeeper entered the room and said to the white horse......

"There is a gentleman here, who wishes to see you, sir." said the housekeeper.

"Show him in, then." said the white horse.

So, the housekeeper left the room, and went to fetch the gentleman, that wanted to see the detective. The housekeeper returned the gentleman and told him to eneter. So, Sir Tiger Freshblood entered the room, and it caused the white horse to up from where he was, to see a handsome black and white tiger, with shoulder length black hair. The tiger was dressed in a black and white tuxedo. He was holdin' his tophat in one paw and a walkin' stick in the other. He was wearin' a opera cape, over his texedo. The white horse kept starin' at Sir Tiger Freshblood, until the housekeeper walked in with the tea, and the white horse looked away. The housekeeper walked over to the white horses' desk and waited for the white horse to clear a spot. The white horse cleared a spot and the housekeeper set the tea-tray on the desk and left the room. The white horse horse turned to the tiger and said......

"Please, come in and have a seat." said the white horse.

"Thank-you, Mr.? What do I call you?" Sir Tiger Freshblood asked.

"The name's Starr, Bravestarr....Now, how can I help you?" asked Bravestarr.

"I just wanted to know, if you found out who killed my gay lover?" Sir Tiger Freshblood asked.

"I was just on my over to your house, to question your staff right now." said Bravestarr.

"Good, good...I would come with you, but I'm on my way to the theater...All you have to do, is knock, and the butler will let you in, okay." Sir Tiger Freshblood said.

"Thank you, and enjoy the show, okay." said Bravestarr.

"Thank you, and good luck." Sir Tiger Freshblood.

So, Sir Tiger Freshblood got up and went to his carriage waiting outside. Bravestarr went back to his case, and looked it over. Finally, Bravestarr left for Sir Tiger Freshblood's Manor, to question the staff. He finally arrived at the Manor, and it was a huge estate, too. The driver climbed down and opened the side door, for Bravestarr to step out of the carriage. Bravestarr stepped out and told the driver not to wait for him. Then Bravestarr walked up the steps, to the large doors and knocked. The door opened, and a butler appeared in the doorway and said......

"Yes, may I help you?" asked the butler.

"Yes you may....I'm here to talk to the Sir Tiger's staff." said Detective Bravestarr.

"And who might you be?" asked the butler.

"I'm Detective Bravestarr...I was sent here by Scotland Yard, about a murder, that happened here." said Detective Bravestarr.

While the detective was telling the butler who he was, Sir Tiger's carriage came up the drive. He stuck his head out the window and said.....

"What's going on here?" Sir Tiger called out.

Detective Bravestarr turned around and said to Sir Tiger......

"It's your butler here....He won't let me in, to talk to your staff." said Detective Bravestarr.

"Chandler Jopin Fayetteville, you let him in at once, or your fired. Do you hear me." Sir Tiger said, as he stepped out of his carriage. So, the butler stepped back, to let the detective and Sir Tiger into the house. Sir Tiger turned to his butler and said to him.....

"Please go and get the staff....Tell them to come to the study, where the detective can question them, please." Sir Tiger said.

The butler turned and left them standing in the big hall. Sir Tiger turned to the detective and said.....

"Follow me, detective....The study is this way." Sir Tiger said, and led the detective to a room on the leftside of the hall. Sir Tiger opened the door and show the detective inside.

"Now what can I get you to drink?" Sir Tiger asked.

"I will have a glass of sherry, if you don't mind." said Bravestarr.

"No, I don't mind." Sir Tiger said, and went to the bar on the other side of the room. He poured two glasses of sherry. He brought the glass to Bravestarr and took a seat in a chair, by the fire. He turned to Bravestarr and said.....

"Come, and have a seat in the other chair....It's gonna be awhile before the butler returns with the staff." Sir Tiger said.

So, Bravestarr went and set in the other chair, next to the fire and enloyed the warmth coming from it. Suddenly, there came a knock at the door and Sir Tiger called out.

"Yes, who is it?" Sir Tiger asked.

"It is, I, the butler, I have the staff for Detective Bravestarr to question, sir." said the butler.

"Show them in then." Sir Tiger said.

The butler opened the doors and led the way in, with the staff right behind him. Sir Tiger got up and left the room.

Finally, after the detective finished with the last person, the butler came into the room with a note in his hand, and handed it to him. The detective opened the note and this is what it said.

"Detective Bravestarr,

Please come up to my bedchambers at once. I have a few questions I want to ask you myself."

Signed,

Sir Tiger Freshblood

Bravestarr sat there, and reread the note three times and couldn't really understand what Sir Tiger was saying. As Bravestarr was about to say something, the butler held up his hand and said.......

"Don't say a word...Just follow me, okay." the butler said, as he turned and left the room.

The detective got up and followed the butler into the hall, where he standing at the bottom of the stairs. The butler climbed the stairs the led a second floor landing, and turned to see if the detective was following him. To his surpprise, the detective was following him. They finally arrived outside Sir Tiger's bedchambers, and the butler knocked and waited for an answer.

Well, that's the end of part one.....I hope you enjoyed what I have written so far....I'll have part two posted, when I get a chance....Please feel free to tell me, what you think, okay.

HorseWhoRunsFree