Finish That Thought #2-23 (Judge's Comments)
Prompt: Three strangers appeared on my [doorstep] and in their [hands] they brought death.
Special Challenge: Include at least THREE of the following literary characters: Edward Rochester, Jo March, Harry Potter, Anne Shirley, Sherlock Holmes, Katniss Everdeen, Dracula, Miss Havisham, Rhett Butler, Lucy Pevensie, Gandalf the Grey
Three strangers appeared on my balcony, and in their little blue box
they brought death. Oh, not actual grim reaper Death, but a death to
all of my delightful plans for that afternoon. I just folded my
newspaper to set it aside when the most awful noise came from outside.
Before I knew it, a police box materialized on the balcony of my
apartment and out stepped a young woman, a ginger-haired man in tweeds,
and what appeared to be a Charles Dickens look-alike. What a good prank
this was turning out to be! Deciding to play along, I jumped to my
feet in agitated excitement.
“I say!” I cried out as I approached the French door, “who are you? And how did you get...? Where did you...? What...?”
“Lucy
Pevensie,” the young woman replied cheerily, stepping through the
doorway and into my sitting room. She stuck out her hand. “Pleased to
meet you, Mr. Wooster.” I shook it absently as her companions fell in
behind her.
“Look here, you can’t just barge into a fellow’s house-”
“I
am The Doctor,” interrupted the ginger-haired man with a wide, sly
grin. He did not offer his hand but instead winked and tugged out the
strangest little device I’d ever seen and pointed it about the room. I
stared at him in bewilderment.
“Doctor Who?”
“No, no. Just The Doctor, mate.”
“Good God, you’re Australian!” I exclaimed.
“Haven’t
I a right to be? It’s not like this is BBC.” The Doctor, whoever he
was, then tucked his bizarre stick back inside his suit jacket and
turned his gaze to me again. “We’re here to see Jeeves, is he around?”
“What, do you know Jeeves? What the devil do you want him for?”
“Oh,
it’s the most horrid thing!” Lucy set down the photograph she’d been
examining. “Pip has hired Sherlock Holmes to discover his benefactor!”
My look of utter cluelessness must have been evident for she continued
in equal passion, “There won’t be much left of the book if he finds out
Miss Havisham isn’t his benefactor now and poor Mr. Dickens’ book will
cease to exist! We desperately need Jeeves’ advice.”
I looked at
the silent, bearded fellow then in absolute bafflement. This was
quickly getting out of hand for a joke and quite possibly a result from a
trip to the club. Had I gone already? I must have. I needed Jeeves’
tonic. In a daze I wandered out of the room in search of my valet.
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A
short time later all was explained, remedied, and I had my flat to
myself again. Kicking my feet up, I exclaimed, “You are marvelous,
Jeeves! How did you convince Holmes?”
“Yes sir, thank you, sir. It was relatively simple, I merely told Mr. Holmes who the benefactor was.”
“What, that’s all?”
“Yes, sir.”
“He dropped the case?”
“Completely, sir. It no longer intrigued him.”
“Who is the actual benefactor, Jeeves?”
“Well, sir, I suggest you read the book.”
