stories written by Phoebe

Monsieur Dupont sat drinking coffee and eating his morning croissant in his London flat that had all the designs and furniture from around 1750. He pressed a small silver bell and a pretty English maid entered in the dress of a flower seller but her strongly English accent ruined all the careful French costume. "I have brought your tray in, Monsieur" she said staggering under a large tray of butter and jam and yet more croissants.
"Thank-you Emilie. I will send for you to take my tray away. Any post?"
"No Monsieur."
Monsieur Dupont began refilling his slightly rounded body again. Dring, dring, dring trilled the doorbell. Emily left the room and led in Mr Homes.
"Ah. Bonjour Monsieur Homes."
"Hello Dupont. Mind if I smoke?" replied Mr Homes
"Not at all. Not at all my dear Homes" replied Monsieur Dupont brightly.
"Thank-you," proceeded Mr Homes, "We have a matter that you might be able to help us in..."
"...Scotland Yard is having trouble then? You call upon moi, to help you?" cut in Monsieur Dupont.
"Well, Yes. An emerald cigarette case with three rubies in the middle has gone missing. It belongs to the Earl of Sordingham. You may have heard of him?" continued Mr Homes.
"I have heard of him yes, a story in the papers maybe." answered Monsieur Dupont.
" His wife was recently abducted and soon after commited suicide." answered Homes.
"Ah yes. That story interested me greatly. Suspicious do you not think? I didn't know about the cigarette case however." said Monsieur Dupont.
"Well, anyway, will you come with us? We may need you, my friend." requested Homes.
" Certainly, my dear Homes. Monsieur Dupont is at your service." replied Dupont.
They leave and get into Homes's car.
"Here we are, Sordingham hall. Let's go in shall we?" questioned Homes.