By Nancy Springer
While Enola Holmes, sister to the detective Sherlock Holmes, discovers her mom has disappeared, she speedy embarks on a trip to London looking for her. yet not anything can organize her for what awaits. simply because while she arrives, she unearths herself fascinated with the abduction of a tender marquess, fleeing murderous villains, and attempting to elude her intelligent older brothers?all whereas trying to piece jointly clues to her mother?s unusual disappearance. Amid the entire mayhem, will Enola be ready to decode the mandatory clues and locate her mom?
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Mums that Mum had painted. And framed, and displayed on the wall of her sitting room. I knew. Without an inkling how anything could be “in” a mum painting or what it might be, I knew that I had understood rightly, and I knew that I must go and see. This very moment. At the darkest hour of night. When no one else, especially not my brother Mycroft, would know. Girls are supposed to play with dolls. Over the years, well-meaning adults had provided me with various dolls. I detested dolls, pulling their heads off when I could, but now I had finally found a use for them.
Reaching for it, I consulted the index, then looked up chrysanthemum. ” Implied affection was better than nothing. Idly, I looked up the sweet pea blossom. “Good-bye, and thank you for a lovely time. ” Departure. Next, I looked up thistles. ” Grimly I smiled. So. Mum had left a message after all. Departure and defiance in the Japanese vase. In her airy sitting room with a hundred watercolours on the wall. Watercolours of flowers. I blinked, smiling wider. ” “My” chrysanthemums. Mums that Mum had painted.
You’ll do very well on your own. As for my brothers, they paid me no further heed. “I assure you, Mother is neither in her dotage, nor demented,” said Mycroft to Sherlock. “No senile woman could have compiled the accounts she has sent me over the past ten years, perfectly clear and orderly, detailing the expense of installing a bathroom —” “Which does not exist,” interrupted Sherlock in acid tones. ” “Who is quite odd,” Mycroft agreed. A joke, yet I saw no flicker of a smile on either of my brothers.