The Overseas (Part 1)

11. august 2011 at 17:19 | Thalia Contostavlos
Warnings: None that I know of :)
Disclaimer: I don´t own anything, except the story

………I was sitting behind my desk doing nothing. We hadn't had a case in weeks and it was really starting to get to me. I spent my time looking at the gold watch on our mantel, reading files from our old cases and typing letters. Luckily, my daily routine was interrupted when the doorbell rang. I uttered a muffled "hallelujah" and went to the door.
………I looked through the one-way glass and saw three men. The one in the front didn't seem to be American while the two behind him looked perfectly fine to me, but then again they could all have been my cousins and I wouldn't know. There was only one way to find out however, so I opened the door and asked: "Good morning, gentlemen. How can I help you?"
………The man in the front tipped his hat and said with an interesting combination of British and French accent that his name was Hercule Poirot and that he wanted to see Mr. Nero Wolfe. After that he introduced the other too: "This is my companion Captain Hastings, and this is the Chief Inspector of London Scotland Yard Monsieur Japp."
………I nodded. "Of course, come on in, sir. You can see Mr. Wolfe, if you don't mind waiting a few minutes. My name is Archie Goodwin." I helped them out of their coats and led them to the office. Mr. Poirot took the red chair, while the other two seated themselves right behind him in the yellow ones.
………"You said, we'll have to wait? How long?" asked the Inspector. Oh, sorry, Chief Inspector.
………I looked at my watch and grinned at him. "Twenty-three minutes."
………The Chief Inspector frowned, but didn't say anything else. I sat back behind my desk and started typing another letter, which I didn't really have to do but I wanted to appear busy, so they thought that at least someone in our household was working.
………Exactly twenty-three minutes later, I heard the lift descend and the clock strike eleven. I wanted to find out, how were the world's greatest detectives going to behave around each other but I didn't get to see the introductions because the doorbell rang again. I went to get it, muttering about obnoxious door-to-door sellers all the way to the door. When I found out who our visitor was, I put on the chain bolt and opened the door the few inches it allowed, told him to wait a second and went back to the office.
………The introductions were all done and the two geniuses (Well, I didn't know about Poirot, but it takes some kind of intelligence to be the Europe's most famous detective, right?) were looking at each other, eyes narrowed and lips pursed.
………"Sir, the man about the chair is here. Do I let him in?"
………"You mean Inspector Cramer?" he asked, even though he knew very well who I was talking about. I've called Cramer the man about the chair for ages. Still, I nodded to confirm his suspicion.
………"What does he want?"
………"I don't know. Should I ask him?"
…….."Yes! No, just let him in."

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