The Cooper Street Murder

I was engrossed in the beautiful melody. I was playing the violin, and Dr. Watson was writing in his journal over at my desk. It was a lovely evening, and I wanted to do nothing more than what I was doing at that moment. But, that would not be the case.

A woman was shown into my office by Mrs. Hudson, our landlady. The woman's makeup had smeared down her face. Obviously, she had been crying.

"What can I do for you? Miss?" I asked her, putting my violin in its case.

"Miss Elizabeth Jenkins," the woman stated as she sat down in a chair opposite my desk. Watson had closed up his journal and opened another one to take notes for the case. Miss Jenkins continued, "I am being followed. I think someone wants to kill me."

"Why do you say that?" Watson asked.

"Because there are shadows lurking around me every time I leave my home."

"And, your home would be on Cooper street." I stated in a matter of fact way.

"Yes,...