Chronicles of Loong

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 30

2026-10-12T10:22:06.471+08:00

30.

“All abroad!” The Chief Steward of the Trojan called out to the ones waiting at the dock. “We sailed within the hour.”

The Chief Steward sported the seafaring look on his chin; the classic, rugged style defined by a full, thick beard grown long; past the chin and paired with a heavy moustache. He wore the mariner cap with the doble breasted dark jacket, with the crisp white pants and dark leather shoes. He had a misstep on his footings, and had balance himself on the railings.

“Taken aback huh, Chief.” ( Surprised or shocked, originating from when wind shifts and blows sails flat against the mast.) “Or was it the earlier than usual, bottle of rum, huh?” Jonah the assistant steward nudged the Chief.

“I had not any drink as yet, Jonah.” The Chief frowned at the sailor. “And we ain’t at sea yet, Jonah. So, behave yourself or you will find yourself assigned to the decks below.”

“You seem to be off balance there.” Jonah looked at the Chief. “You are sure to take on the journey. I heard your last medical report held some questions that you need to stay on shore.”

“Not a whisper on my report. I am fine as a dandy lad now. Now get yourself on deck.” The Chief called on the sailor.

“Any loose cannon?” (An unpredictable person, originating from dangerous, unsecured cannons on deck ). Jonah asked. “The last journey had us a lunatic who had us some hard times chasing him around the decks. I …….”

“Deck it, Jonah. The only loose cannon is yourself. I am akin to lashing you to the anchor and tossing it over without the rope.” The last journey from the south had them a passenger who was delirious with the fever ailment and had to be restrained in the cabin. However, he escaped several times, and quoted the words of God on the decks, causing unease among the other passengers.

“That will the day the ship sails with the Flying Dutchman.” Jonah smiled. (The Flying Dutchman is a legendary 17th-century ghost ship doomed to sail the oceans forever, serving as a dreaded omen of doom for sailors.)

“Clam it, sailor.” The Chief put a stop to the jabbering sailor, who is his Aunt Petunia’s son and God blessed the lady for having still able to breathe at the elderly age of over a century.

“Jonah, we had a change of passengers listing. Some of them cancelled at the last moment; thirteen to be exact, and was replaced by a group who paid hefty for the passage. They called themselves the Pure Hearted.”

“Another pack of God’s fearing offerings. God, why can we not have decent passengers who will not tell us their interpretation of God.”

“Jonah, place them in the same deck, and bloody well tell Jerome to keep his distance from them. I do want him offering any heretics passages to these ‘puritans’.”

“Bloody works to relocate the cabins.” Jonah cursed out. “And Chief, we have two other new passengers in First Class; one lordy person and his aide.”

“Oh great. Check on Javier if we stocked on the caviar? We may need that for the lord.”

“I checked, and Javier said, sod off. He will serve the Lord, cod and haddock like any decent Englishman will be favoured any day.” Jonah said the exact words from the dining staff.

“Clam it, Jonah.” The Chief then turned to the newly arrived. “Welcome aboard the Trojan.”

“Master Masterson, and my entourage. Members of the Pure Hearted.” Ian Masterson who was in disguise, handed over the stacks of tickets and stepped aboard.

“Welcome, gentlemen. Aha, I see your names. Late entry but we have a more cabins than passenger this trip. I am ever pleased to accommodate the congregation members. We will prefer to be left alone and please have our meals sent to the cabin daily.”

The Chief smiled at the leader of the congregation. He did a head count and then reached for the tickets.

“This way, Sir.” The Chief counted the numbers of tickets. “Twelve, I got the numbers.”

The Chief then signalled Jonah to lead the way, and watched the passing faces of the entourage with a drawn smile across his face. They took off after Jonah while the Chief grind his teeth from muttering any profanities. In the thoughts of the Chief, them jacks looked they were sauteed from Pure Hell instead of Pure Hearted. He had seen his share of bad fellows and those looked they just been released from Newgate Prison.

“My ticket, Sir.” The Chief was jolted from his daymare and stared at the extended offering of the new guest. “Lord John Greystokes.”

The aristocrat had his servant to carry his luggage.

“My luggage’s are on the pier. I do not need your staff to assist.” Lord Greystokes indicated to the four sets of huge bags.

“My aide will carry my bags.” Lord Greystokes walked on, and was followed by two dark skinned men, whom the captain stopped.

“Sorry, not darkies on this deck.”

“Pardon me, Captain. They are my aides and will stay with me.” Lord Greystokes confronted the other. “Are you saying that they are not allowed?”

“No…… I meant to say, that the servants stayed below deck.” The captain explained the conditions imposed by the ship owner.

“Who is it? Lil Abaner. I will tell him I was mistreated and will never sail on his ships.” Lord Greystokes turned to leave.

“Lord Greystokes, my apologies. I can make an exception to the condition. They may stay with you but they have to remain inside during the journey.”

“Amicable but the matter will be raised to your owner.” Lord Greystokes then proceeded on board.

“I will inform the staff. Please come abroad, Lord Greystokes. My deck staff will attend to you. The first-class cabins are on the upper deck. We have the private privy to the cabin.” The Chief smiled and saw the rifle bag carried by the attending aide.

“Are you travelling for a safari? The Sharps rifle is a good match against the savages there.”

“No, it is not a Sharps. It is a Winchester, and the rifle is to kill the white poachers …… truly savages. I do not consent to any safari. And also, the rude people.” Lord Greystokes stepped past the Chief. The person who followed though was a stout tall man.

“Mycroft, Government attaché. I am ……. an aide to Lord Greystokes. I am white and Victorian.” Mycroft smiled. “And I also carry a long bag. It contains my rifle.”

“I also used the mallet on the killing spree. I like to leave a bigger hole.” The man smiled. “Again, Mycroft is the name.”

“I am impressed. Jerome, please carry the gentleman’s bags.” The Chief placed on a wide smile.

“Not needed. I am capable of carrying my own.” Mycroft smiled and took after Lord Greystokes.

“Nathan, Paul. Missionary man. Here to speak of God’s words.” The passenger stepped on board next. He handed the ticket to the Chief. The man sported a short beard and had on the small, wire-rimmed spectacles with coloured glass; amber in shade. He wore the dark priest frock and the white collar. He carried on two suitcases with him.

“Welcome abroad, Sir. You will be boarded at the second deck.” The Chief smiled. “There are the other group of Pure Heated …… pardon me, Pure Hearted, who will be your neighbours.”

“I will not stay with them. They are puritans, and lack the moral upholding that I held.” The passenger looked at the Chief. “Give me another cabin on another deck for myself.”

“So be it, Sir. You will occupy the other end of the deck. We trust you will enjoy your journey.” The Chief smiled. He took a glance at his watch and smiled. It was time to sail then.

“Blood good lot these are.”

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 29

2026-10-12T10:21:31.865+08:00

29.

It did not take long for Sherlock Holmes to get the invite from Ian Masterson. It was late morning when the detective was at his seat at the unit when he got the knock on his door. He looked up and saw Mrs. Hudson admitting to the man.

“Ian Masterson, I presume.” Sherlock, dressed in the dressing gown over his usual tweeds, smiled when he lowered the dark pipe from his errant attempt to clean it daily. The chamber was filled with the aromatic scent of the tobacco. His preference was the black shag, coarse-cut leaves, and dark in shade. He kept his tobacco in the Persian carpet slippers of his.

“I could tell you are not a pipe smoker. The mixture I like……" Sherlock looked at the man.

“Black Shag.” Ian Masterson was dressed in the fine blue Savoy-cut three-piece suit. He stepped up towards the detective while removing his top hat.

“I am not a pipe smoker myself but have been around lots who do that.” Ian Masterson smiled. “A regular occurrence of the trade I am in. May I seat myself?”

“Please do. Watson is not around.” Sherlock looked at the other. “Your ……”

“I do spend a lot of time with the captains of the sail, and they loved their pipes more than their wives.”

“Yes, sea captains smoked pipe tobacco, as it is calming, and for some, it is a social ritual. A key comfort during long, stressful, and monotonous voyages, and pipes are ideal in windy conditions. Tobacco allowed for a slow burn rather than rapid smoking, and the pipes could be capped to contain hot ash and embers on wooden ships.”

“Fair winds and following seas.” Ian Masterson cut in with the favorite of sayings of the seafarers, to denote good luck. “For me, despite all my liaisons with them, I have not picked up any smoking lures as yet.”

“Good man there.” Sherlock studied the man he heard but did not meet. “You are here, and not with Mycroft. I presume to conclude that you are here for the reports… partial ones that were redirected to me. I am taking that presumption.”

“Ahoy, matey! The captains will call out on sighting another vessel.” Ian Masterson smiled. “I like your direct presumption. We are all at sea here for this precarious treasure, and you cut the sails to meet me on open seas.”

“Open seas it is. I got the partial reports, and you, I believe, hold the other part. Are we to trade?” Sherlock asked. “I believe the term is parley.”

“Parley?” Ian Masterson looked at the other. “For what are we to trade?”

“Ms. Kewala, I will presume you have her as a… trade-off." Sherlock picked up the pipe. “Please allow me to clear the air here. I am a busy man. I need my breath of fresh air.”

Sherlock approached the window and opened it. He took a deep breath and then turned towards the man.

“Wrong, Mr. Holmes. I am not here to trade… pardon me, parley. Actually, I am here to tell you that I will collect it… perhaps later.” Ian smiled. “I am not any man nor captain of the seas. However, I am a sleuth in the business of spies. We are also called operatives, and we do not trade but retrieve the items we need by whatever means.”

“Conclusively by force if need be.” Sherlock Holmes took him back to his seat. “I abhor violence. It's needless, but I do accept that it is one means of intervention. And I expect that from you.

“I do not like violence unless needed.” Ian Masterson stood up. “However, our matter in London is not over as yet. I will collect the reports.”

“Which I am sadly to inform you are no longer with me.” Sherlock looked at the man. “I will cut your effort here. I have sent the reports along with Mycroft and Nayland to the Congo. The conclusion of the reports lies there.”

“Unwary of that action. You are truly a master genius at it.” Ian Masterson stood up. “If they are on their way, then I will take my journey there. Shall we say the rush to the treasure is afoot?"

“Not a parable of mine. Parables are of moral or religious matters. But I do use the term "afoot" much more to agitate Watson to move. He does dislike it. Well, he had not used the privy yet.”

“Well, I must be on my way," said Ian Masterson. “Privy called for me.”

“At an instance delayed. What about Ms. Kewala?” Sherlock asked.

“She is with me and will be till I find the treasure. I liked that term there. Treasure sounds fresh to scoundrels like myself.” Ian Masterson smiled. “I am amused by the ranks I am associated with.”

“I thought the word would be fascination.” Sherlock looked at the man.

Amusement is light-hearted, often humorous, whereas fascination, deeply intense, is beyond my reach for now. When I said "scoundrel," I was amused, for it delighted my fantasy to the ranks of Robin Hood, but I am not that fascinated by that rank, for Robin Hood is not the person I want to be. I prefer to rob and be rich.”

“So are scoundrels," Sherlock said. “Although they lacked the morals for their action.”

“True, scoundrels are supposedly miscreants of society, but they have the essence of one being a villain.” Ian Masterson turned to the door. “And please do not delay me. I know you have signaled your friends to come to your rescue, which was unnecessary. I had no intention to hurt you. I just wanted the reports, which are not in your possession now.”

Ian Masterson took his leave then. Sherlock sat there and lit his pipe. It was then Mycroft and Nayland appeared from an adjacent chamber.

“Why did you not let me nab the scoundrel?” Mycroft asked.

“Well, it was my intention to set him on his journey. I had deduced that he has the other half of the reports and also Ms. Kewala in his custody. He has shown his urgency to get the mining rights. And more to it, his presence here tells me of his role there.” Sherlock looked at Nayland. “He will be on the ship to Africa soon, or perhaps on the same one as you."

“The Trojan? It sails today.” Nayland remembered his trip. Sherlock ignored the man.

“To your question, Mycroft. If we had acted on Ian Masterson now, we would have jeopardized the life of Ms. Kewala. I had anticipated the early arrival of Ian Masterson today… far too early, to be honest, and also by chance I saw him alighting the carriage, and then I had sent the two of you to the next chamber. Now, we are in the meeting of our objective to close the case.”

“By golly, who was that, Holmes?” It was Watson who just stepped back to the chamber. “Was he in a rush to the privy? I must tell Mrs. Hudson to add one more unit. I was reading the sports section while there.”

“No concern, my dear Watson. It was elementary that the man was in a rush.” Sherlock took a puff on his pipe. “He is to catch a ship.”

“Did I ship in too early? It is your infernal pipe and God; so early I am to suffocate.” Watson on occasion insults Sherlock on this choice of tobacco. “I prefer my 'ship's tobacco’ to your black shag.”

Watson took to his seat. “Who sat here? It's warm. Not exactly the condition I prefer.”

“I had opened the window to clear the air, dear Watson. And the one who sat there was Ian Masterson.” Sherlock explained. “He was here to ... parley on the mining reports.”

“A pirate intention no less.” Watson reached for his pipe.

“He assumed I was signaling for help when I wanted to clear the chamber of my smoke.” Sherlock took another puff on his pipe.

“Do keep the window open. I cannot understand the both of you and your pipes.” Mycroft made his statement while stepping over to the window. “As it…. Smog had engulfed over London and was already suffocating us, and you’re smoking just made it unbearable.”

“Exactly my point, Mycroft. Thank goodness the need did not extend in your family.” Watson added on the insult.

“Calm down, Mycroft. It's not like we took your prized bear from you.” Sherlock teased the other. “Now, back to the matter on hand. I had set Ian Masterson on the trail to Africa, and he will act on it. I will suggest that Mycroft followed Nayland on that journey. I had telegraphed Lord Greystokes to follow suit.”

“Watson and I will be in London. There is still the issue with Moriarty, which we need to keep an eye on, and one other name, Mitsui Ogata. I doubt the latter will go to Africa as yet, but may want to clear the name of the Oni Society; namely, the Demon Society will need to be expunged.”

“What about Fu Manchu?” Mycroft asked.

“The crafty man is in London and I assumed he would not be a pawn in the game. He will act on the loose ends of the outcome.” Sherlock looked at Watson. “Are you with me?”

“Looks like I have few options here.” Watson looked at his papers left on the table. “If I am not, you may well bloody auction my seat to some others.”

“Good on the thought, though I did offer it to the Salvation Army (founded in 1878), but they declined.” Sherlock's rarest moment of humor was seen then. “They said it lacked comfort.”

“I have another meeting today. Catch you all later.” Watson was to take off when Sherlock stopped him.

“Watson, could you…" Sherlock looked at Watson. “I am……"

“I will see to that. I am aware of yours and find ……. Let me check.” Doctor Watson grabbed his hat.

“What was that about?” Mycroft asked and saw Sherlock’s right hand was shaking. He knew then.

Across the city, Ito Matsuke stood patiently at the disused warehouse, waiting for the arrival of his sensei. He got the invite by telegraph and arrived there earlier by an hour. It was getting to past noon, and patience was one of the virtues taught to him. He was dressed in the samurai armor, tosei-gusoku, or modern armor favored for movement mobility. It was a design shift from the heavier o-yoroi armor, with kabuto (helmet), dp (chest armor), sode (shoulder guards), kote (sleeve armor), haidate (thigh guard), and suneate (shin guards). He had on the double katana tucked into the waist belt. His men-yoroi, or face mask, was a stark impression of the Yomi Demon with the double horn and angry expression.

The shade of his armor was in red and black.

“You come prepared as I requested.” Mitsui Ogata stepped from the dark shadow, dressed in the simple yukata kimono suit, and held the long katana and the shorter wakizashi sword.

“I admire your katana.” The sensei indicated the two katana blades.

“Muramusa origin.” Ito laid his hands on the hilt of the katanas. The design held the characteristics on its blade, renowned for distinctive, wavy, and flamboyant temper lines (hamon) known as midare-ba and often featured a tongue-shaped tang (nakago). It, however, was said to be cursed, associated with bad luck for the Tokugawa clan, including injuries to Tokugawa Ieyasu himself, thus leading to a ban on their ownership and the nickname "cursed swords."

“Muramusa ……. Great craftmanship despite the link to the dark history of its bearer.” Ogata smiled. " I have with me is my grandfather’s forge blades. Not Masamune, but my ancestors did learn from his disciple, Hikoshiro Sadamune. The katana is the sword, but the blade is the one who cuts the wounds. Beware the blade, for it held two sharp edges.”

“The worth of the blade is not on it but the bearer of it. Is this to be our duel of death, Sensei?” Ito asked. “You mock me for being dressed for it, and you settled for the commoner’s kimono.”

“Do not mock the costume of your people. This is the popular form of our nation.” The Sensei stopped his disciple. “And why the sudden arrogance in your manner?”

“Sensei, if I may address you one last time. You are here not to teach me, nor do I need your guidance. We know the outcome today. I am here to duel with you.”

“No, we are to duel. We are here to be taught a lesson on loyalty.” Ogata snapped back. “You have forgotten the teaching of mine, taught to me by my sensei.”

“Why do you not don the armor of the samurai? It will make the duel as worthy.”

“I am no longer a samurai. My lord, if you recall, is dead. I am now a ronin, a masterless samurai.” The sensei reminded the other. “I do not have to don the armor of the samurai. I am without a lord, but I still hold onto my principle of my teaching. Do you recall your learning, Ito Matsuke?”

“Yes.” Ito Matsuke glared at the man he called his Sensei. “Loyalty to death, I swear. I am loyal but to me as the new lord, Lord Yomi of the Yomi Demons.”

“Traitorous, Ito. That Lord you mentioned is not a samurai but a jackal in the midst among warriors.” The sensei roared out. “Today I will terminate your arrogance, as it’s the task of the master to do so on its errant disciple.”

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 28

2026-10-12T10:20:54.113+08:00

28.

Mindy Kewala sat by herself in the chamber where she was kept locked in. The windows were blacked out, and she was unsure where she was kept. The door was unlocked, and Lieutenant Gavin McLeod walked in.

“Mindy, I…"

“Gavin, you may remain silent. I am not talking to you.”

“Mindy, please understand. I am on your side. I am trying to avoid any harm to you.” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod approached the lady.

“Stay away, Gavin. What we had is over now.”

“Mindy ……" Lieutenant Gavin McLeod stopped in his tracks. “I tried to warn you then. The… others were there and acted on their own.”

“They killed the Waziri warriors. The dead will be avenged. I know the Waziri warrior’s code. Nothing will be left undone till their vengeance is done.” Mindy looked away. “They will also kill me.”

“Which is why we need to protect you.” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod stood there in front of the lady. “They are … not locals. They are foreigners who are affiliated with ……"

“Does it matter, Gavin?” Mindy was upset. “My …… The Waziri will not let me go. I am dead if they ever catch hold of me.”

“Mindy, do not fear them. I am here.” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod reached out with his arms, but she rejected them.

“Go away, Gavin.”

“Mindy, do tell, where are the reports? You said half was given to Mycroft, and the other half?” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod moved the subject matter.

"I…… Why are you concerned about that? Are you…?" Mindy saw the man she loathed then.

“He is involved. Where are the other papers, Mindy?” Ian Masterson asked.

“I had it sent to my father. He was to safekeep it for me.” Mindy looked at the other man. “Go and ask him.”

“Do not be defiant, girl.” Ian Masterson took on the harsh tone. “I know your father too.”

“Ian, let her be.” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod stepped in.

“Stand down, soldier. I am handling matters here.” Ian Masterson reprimanded the other. “Mindy, be reasonable. I can deal with your father too, if need be.”

“As you are not working with me, I am forced to take action.” Ian Masterson pulled the revolver from his waist belt. Lieutenant Gavin McLeod stepped up to protect the lady, but Ian Masterson had his aim at the lieutenant. He shot the officer in the chest.

“You are the damned hero here, Gavin. I was not aiming at her but you. You have ceased to be a part of me.” Ian Masterson looked at the fallen figure. “I do not tolerate failures.”

“Ian, he is your son!” Mindy cried out.

“Step-son, girl. He did not get me inside him.” Ian Masterson looked at the lady. “Now, let me plan your trip home.”

Meanwhile, Sherlock was holding onto the violin without strumming the strings, seated in the armchair by the window. He was in deep thought while Doctor Watson was reading the sports section of the news and having his breakfast.

“Newton Heath playing the Rovers tomorrow. It will be a washout there.” Doctor Watson beamed with joy while reading. “I saw them at the Three Crowns when they have their change of kits. (Newton Heath LYR F.C. is the original name for Manchester United).

“Not a fan of football, huh?” Doctor Watson looked from his papers. “I should have known. You were a rower for the boats. Legs spread out and they will hobble the ball past you anytime.”

“I was a rower but not fancy enough to have two dozen men running around on the field looking to kick a ball.” Sherlock did not mince his words.

“I am wondering why the lady handed the… partial reports to Mycroft. Was it to tell us some clues?” Sherlock looked out of the window.

“Are you on your medicine? You are exposing yourself at the window. The last time, we had an arrow at you, and previously the gunshot then.” Doctor Watson looked at the other.

“Elementary, Watson. I am getting my share of sunshine, despite the heavy smog out there. One day soon, we will be relieved by the shade of it, but for now, let me get my body to regain its shine.”

“Try a cold turkey treatment, and you will look better.” Doctor Watson looked back at his papers.

“I got it!” Sherlock sat up. “The lady was telling us that the mining reports are the link and giving us partial ones, holding up one option; the affected party will look for it. They may have Ms. Kewala in custody, but without the reports, she was of no use.”

“The question is who has the other half?” Sherlock looked at the doctor. “It is the other team, but which one? Once both teams get together, we will have the full reports.”

“Tell me, Watson. Who will benefit from the reports?” Sherlock raised the query. “The Demons? Or the Treasury? It is grand wealth there.”

“Or the land owners of the land?” Doctor Watson spoke up. “The games are played at the North Road stands because the Newton Heath LYR F.C. holds the rights to it. It can seat twelve thousand. It is an ideal place for the supporters to congregate…"

“Congo, it is," Sherlock cried out. “The other report could be there.”

“You are right on there.” Nayland Smith stepped in to the unit. He was with Mycroft.

“Blimey me. What, or rather, why are you here so early?” Doctor Watson looked up from the papers at the two arrivals. "And… godly hours it seems.”

“I met Mycroft downstairs, and we step up together.” Nayland Smith sat himself at the breakfast spread. “I am famished.”

While Nayland took delight in the spread, Mycroft took the next seat there.

“I met Nayland and hold some news for all.” Mycroft woofed down the bacon there on the plate.

“Let me speak first.” Nayland cut in. “I was at Millwall Dock. I was looking for some chaps who deal with dynamites. I saw one of them, Charlie…"

“Charles Darwin, or nicknamed Charlie Boom," Sherlock cut in. “He is a dealer in explosives. Knew of him from my reports.”

“Yes, Charlie Darwin. He hung out at the docks where the explosives are delivered." Nayland continued. “I had him cornered, and he confessed to the explosives. He sold it to one named Kataka Sukimora, but the description fitted more to Ito Matsuke.”

“I went there later and found that Ian Masterson is involved… deeply, and all this leads to Africa. More specific is the Congo.” What Nayland Smith did not relate was the actual events there.

“Welcome, Nayland.” The old man stepped from the dark to greet the man he once detested but soon accepted as his daughter’s lover. Nayland had sneaked into the warehouse, but he was seen. The old man then appeared to meet him.

“Fu Manchu, Emperor, we meet once more.” Nayland approached the old man. Two burly men appeared from behind the old man.

“Before you, I am no emperor. I am just the old man who wants to talk.” Fu Manchu smiled, his thin mustache spread out like young sprouts.

“And no need to be rash, Nayland. We are… related. There is more honor than just being friends.” The old man smiled and gestured to his guards to step aside.

“Fu Manchu, leave Lo Shue out. She is…"

“I meant no harm to my… errant daughter. Or to her lover. I was told you were coming to the docks.” Fu Manchu shifted to the subject matter.

“Your informants are better than I thought.” Nayland stopped in his tracks.

“Keep your enemies at bay, but never lose sight of their movements.” Fu Manchu approached Nayland Smith. “And the man you are looking for is with me. His name is Charles Darwin, or Charlie Boom to his associates. He had confessed to the explosives sold to one named Sukimora, but the description fit another named Ito Matsuke. We all look alike to them, but we know our own better.”

“I am impressed. In China, I would have smiled, but here in London, it is an amazement that you hold a network equally as good.” Nayland Smith praised the old man.

“I guess old habits stay with me.” The old man smiled. “One day, your child will inherit it. Anyway, the man who bought the explosives was familiar with it and had used it on several occasions.”

“How deep do you know of the Yomi Demons?” Nayland Smith shifted the focus.

“Deeper than you may think. They are here, and……. We had some dealings with them, but we shared a common dislike for each other. Nevertheless, we are mutual in our trades.” The old man replied. “Since you asked me about them. They conflict with Sherlock Holmes.”

Nayland Smith remained silent.

“You knew that. There are words that they are involved with some mining rights in the Congo, but I am not keen. They have an adviser that you may know: Ian Masterson. He is the viper in the pit here.”

“I know Ian Masterson.” Nayland Smith looked at the older man.

“A shrewd operative who played with many sides, yet he swore allegiance to none. However, he is their adviser. And… loosely allied with one named Moriarty.”

“The circle is getting smaller. I have now heard of Ian Masterson, yourself, and …. Moriarty.” Nayland Smith stepped to the right and watched the stacks of containers there, trying to get a glimpse of the ones watching him.

“I am not involved, Nayland Smith. That is why I meet you here.” Fu Manchu smiled once more. “The events here are not of my doing. I do not want to offend my family ties. Follow Ian Masterson; take the Trojan from Liverpool tomorrow. I have booked your passage there. It will get you to Africa. You may get to solve the case.”

“Madness!” Nayland looked at the older man.

“Madness prevails in us." The elder man smiled. “You included it because you took the… desire to wed my daughter. Wonderful, how love does us madness?”

“Are you…" Nayland saw the older man had turned his back and was walking away. It meant the audience granted was over. He will not know if the older man accepted his relationship with the daughter.

“Nayland, are you sober?” Mycroft shook the man out of his thoughts.

“Yes, I am. I met Fu Manchu.” Nayland lowered his head.

“Yes, we do get that feeling when we meet the in-laws.” Mycroft smiled. “However, I am not privileged to that.”

“The old man is right. Africa is the spot to resolve the case.” Sherlock beamed out.

“I got the booking on the Trojan tomorrow in late afternoon.” Nayland said.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 27

2026-10-12T10:19:57.773+08:00

27.

Ito Matsuke looked out of the window from the third level of the building at Mayfair, London. It was a new unit, unfurnished, but the view was scenic on Hanover Square in the distance.

“Splendid view, is it not?” Ito Matsuke heard the voice and turned to look. He was facing Ian Masterson, well-dressed in the expensive three-piece suit, who sported a bowler.

“It is.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the adviser of the Yomi Demons. “I am ever honored to meet you.”

“The honor is mine too, Ito. However, you acted without consulting me.” Ian Masterson walked to the window. “Why kill Leeson? He was my friend.”

“Leeson was to tell on us. I have ears at the office there. He met Sensei and the Holmes brother.” Ito Matsuke acknowledged his action.

“Sherlock Holmes was set by you. You told me so.”

“Yes, I did. You told me to get the man involved to create a trail towards the other crime lord, Professor Moriarty.”

“I did, but it was for another contingency or when I had returned to London.” Ian Masterson did not hide his anger. “You had the three others killed earlier ……”

"And you reprimanded me then. I had Brian Leeson killed because he was avoiding us to give the papers. I had told him; I will act on him or the lady.”

“Mindy Kewala is the key player here. If she is harmed or missing, we cannot get the approval for the mining rights there. She was to act for us there.” Ian Masterson fumed at the error made.

You killed Leeson and forced her to run. She went to the one other person who would help her: the Greystokes. You pursued them and killed the Waziri’s warriors. That was another bad mistake.”

“I am not afraid of the warriors. I am…" Ito Matsuke said. "覆水盆に返らず (fukusui bon ni kaerazu)" (split water would not go back to its tray).

“A fool, Ito Matsuke. Baka (バカ). You exposed us further.” Ian Masterson looked at the other.

“I am no fool, adviser. Our plan was to remain hidden till I return. I was on the steamer to return, but the Oni Society got news of my betrayal. I was set upon, but I escaped. I had prepared for that. I set the explosives off when I jumped overboard. I had a trawler trailing the steamer. All was planned, and my death was reported. I escaped to Singapore, and from there to Betawi, and then hopping the sea lines from India, I made it back to Liverpool.”

“I had help, Ito Matsuke. The man was the emperor of China, the emperor of the crime world. Fu Manchu was engaged to bring me back. He did it for a share of the wealth, but then he heard of the killings. He decided to stay away after that.”

“The emperor wants a piece of the wealthy and a retreat from the plan? Has he turned to cowardice?” Ito Matsuke snapped out.

“Please hold some respect for the old man. He was fighting when you were wetting your pants then.” Ian Masterson corrected the other. “I know the old man well.”

"Well, for one, he did not want to fight his son-in-law. Nayland Smith is a formidable warrior, and the old man likes him. He knew Nayland was here in London now. Two, he had a change of his mind. The Congo was too far for him when he discovered that Manchuria was a lower-hanging fruit. "Ian Masterson explained. “Three, Fu Manchu is a careful man. He holds a niche in London and Liverpool. He does not want to antagonize the others here. There are other crime clans: the Irish, the Manchester Scuttlers, the Forty Elephants, and … the Peaky Blinders. He also knew of the Yomi Demons.”

“Four, when M was invoked to the battle, the old man stepped back. He told me that he was not for the plan. He is wary of Moriarty and holds mutual respect. He did not survive without building undisclosed alliances.”

“Added to all the above, number five: Sensei Ogata is here. He will leave no stone unturned. He is onto you from what I learned, and maybe onto me too. He may know that I am not dead and will finish the task soon.”

“Why do we have to fear Moriarty?” Ito Matsuke asked.

“Professor James Moriarty is like a Mamushi (Japanese pit viper: small, brown, and highly venomous with a distinct triangular head.) He will strike when you least expected it.”

“He knew you?”

“No, we … were associates mentioned in the network. The professor knew I ran a smuggling trade from China with the emperor, and I... rather, my network paid him a share to keep away. I got him into the mining in the Congo to entice his silence.” Ian Masterson explained.

“You involved him too?” Ito Matsuke was upset. “Too many people involved.”

“It takes a village to raise a kid. It also takes a wider network to keep the operation running. It was through the network. The professor told them that was his retirement game. He will hand over to the colonel and retire to Glasgow or Wales. I do mutually agree with him, for I need his silence here.”

“Too many……” “I am aware. Once we are done, they will be removed in stages. As I had dealt with vipers, you catch hold of their neck and cut off the head.” Ian Masterson looked at the Japanese. “The pit will then be empty.”

“Can you be trusted, adviser?” Ito Matsuke stepped back from the other.

“Trust is mutual till we have no need for it.” Ian Masterson said. “人を信じよ、しかし、その百倍も自らを信じよ (Hito wo shinjiyo, shikashi, sono hyakubai mo mizukara wo shinjiyo)" (Trust others, but trust yourself a hundred times more.)

“I trust myself more.” Ian Masterson looked to Ito. “Your presence is under threat from the Sensei. You are considered a weakling by the Yomi Demons. Stay with me, and you do not have to be a ronin like your sensei.”

“I will kill you.” Ito Matsuke took on the striking stance and faced the man.

“Brashness is inside of you, Ito Matsuke. As you did all the acts that brought attention to the Yomi Demons. Kill me and you lose the only person who can help you redeem yourself.” Ian Masterson continued his look at Hanover Square. “If you are still with me, we can resolve the issues here.”

“First, find your Sensei. Kill him. Get more warriors involved.” Ian Masterson continued. “Two, once the Sensei is done, collect your warriors. We are to go to the Congo to secure the treasury.”

“Yourself?” Ito Matsuke asked.

“I will remove Sherlock Holmes and one other named Nayland Smith. I will make it look as if I am assisting Professor Moriarty and the emperor.” Ian Masterson spoke without averting his eyes. “They are his nemesis.”

Ian Masterson was playing for time. He lost the papers, and with Mindy Kewala in his custody, he needed time to clear the trail. Once he sets the other onto his sensei, he may be free of that man, or Ito Matsuke will die in the works.

The important part was to get the papers back, and by now, he presumed they were with Sherlock Holmes. He could bargain with Sherlock Holmes for Mindy’s life, but he also needed Mindy there in the Congo. He must plan his move well. Sherlock Holmes is not a rook in the Congo but another pawn. He looked at the other man standing there.

“Ito Matsuke, you are now a sacrificial pawn in the game.” Ian Masterson muttered in his mind.

Nayland was not without his resources. That evening, soon after leaving Mycroft at the tavern, he searches his sources for news on Ian Masterson. He turned up with nothing. He then moved his focus on the explosives. Mitch told him that the explosives were brought in by some guys he knew when he was the sapper with the Royal Engineers.

“The chums, they are the wild ones among us. They brought in the explosives for the tasks; we avoid the earnings.” Mitch Kilney, on his retirement, moved with the criminals to offer his expertise.

“These were the loads they took from the armory some weeks ago. It is good stuff.” Mitch was offered the lager in the dimly lit underground pub, dark and moody, lit by gaslight or paraffin lamps, with cozy, wooden interiors and "snob screens" that partitioned rooms.

“Tell me, Mitch. Why are they? The chums who do this?” Nayland shoved the five-pound note into the other man’s overall pocket.

“Dynamiters, but of late, I heard some of them called themselves the demons." Mitch looked to his left side and then back to his drink. “They are the sort of chums I do not associate with. Lost a few of my chums who went the wrong way with the dynamite sticks.”

“Where, Mitch?”

“Try the Millwall Dock. Ask for Charlie.” Mitch mumbled.

Pardon me , I was called away

2026-10-12T10:18:01.892+08:00

Pardon me, I was called away to out of town for a week. I m back now.

The epic tale of Odysseus is capping at the last stage of the odyssesy, and will be done ...... bf the month end. Long write at now 127K words over 76 chapters...... You could say Odysseus is long winded in his quest.

I will be posting in the new chapters of P&P Sherlock now.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 26

2026-09-28T13:12:44.782+08:00

26.

Lord Greystokes did not leave Sherlock Holmes's unit and narrated the past events to them on Mindy Kewal.

“Mindy was the niece of King Kewala of the Jahunder family, who was from your old hunting ground and lately owned a huge business in the dark continent through her father’s interests." Lord Greystokes explained. “She was a wild soul. She was educated here and met my lover, Jane. They are good friends, and on her return home, she was to be wedded to a neighboring chief.”

“She protested and left to find us at the Waziri’s camp. She was then shipped off to Belgium and stayed there till recently; she surfaced in London with her tenure as the assistant to minister Leeson. The rest you know.”

“Since the incident, I have been getting updates on the characters in the case from the Congo and also from China/Japan." Sherlock glared at Doctor John Watson. “I have been studying them. Sleepless hours.”

“That means you are consuming coffee. It does have an effect on us. In the other continent, we plant coffee trees.”

“I thought rubber trees were the preference," Sherlock interjected.

“Yes, and coffee. Many of the elderly said they took that as a daily drink.” Lord Greystokes smiled. “Back here in England, I dislike tea and take coffee as an alternative. I do like strong tea like the ones from upper African states.”

"Cocaine…. I meant caffeine has its effect and carryover.” Doctor John Watson offered his medical opinion. “I did read that coffee and strong tea exhilarate without sensibly intoxicating." (James F. W. Johnston wrote in The Chemistry of Common Life (1855) that coffee "exhilarates without sensibly intoxicating.") “Well, my indulgence in coffee is rather low. However, the reports I got were more on the mining rights there. “Ms. Kewala held some rights to the land and its content, but the approval also required the blessing of the tribe council members.” Sherlock moved the subject matter.

“In the last year, three of the council members have deceased by illness or age. That leaves two others who are now apparently not seen, as the continent is huge, and they could be in the jungle.”

“It is possible, for the Congo land is huge. They may be traveling in the jungle.” Lord Greystokes added. He had good memories of the jungle.

“Or held up somewhere.” Sherlock said. “David Livingstone caused a scare then when he went missing there in Africa. Quite an adventurer. Was it Henry Morton Stanley who found him on the shores of Lake Tanganyika in 1871?” “Yes, it was. And the infamous greeting, "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?" Doctor John Watson mimics the gesture of the moment then. “No one said to me, 'Are you hurt, Doctor Watson?' when they found me in the hills then. I could bloody well say, "See it for yourself," but I am a gentleman and an officer; I just nodded.

“You are a physician, Watson. Cure yourself.” Sherlock looked at the man. “Own up to that.”

“Gentlemen, we are to address a more important matter?” Lord Greystokes was not glad of the adventure of the doctor there. It opened up his adopted land to more excursions.

“Acceptable.” Sherlock leaned back on his seat. “With Mindy Kewala in the wind, we have to find Doctor Mitsui Ogata. He may be the next clue for us.”

“Doctor Mitsui Ogata? Who is that?” Lord Greystokes asked.

“Watson, be a good chap. Please explain to the Lord. I need to use the privy. Dinner was good, but the contents were a bit too oily.” Sherlock smiled. “And please allow Mycroft in. He seems to be in a hurry. I hope he is not in need of the privy.”

“My gosh, what is it with Shelly?” Mycroft stepped aside for the brother to rush off. “Did someone cream his ass?"

“Close to it. More like an open valve.” Doctor John Watson took his allotted seat before Mycroft sat there. “Why are you here? And this late.”

"Ah…" Mycroft saw Lord Greystoke then. “Hello to you, Lord Greystokes. We were supposed to meet some days back… God, is it Saturday? I am to have a game of bridge with the Wooley brothers at the club. We were to join forces to defeat Strand Kubrick. Nasty player.”

“Your reason for the late call, Mycroft?” Lord Greystokes was past the pleasantries stage.

“Oh, yes. Shall we wait for Shelly?” Mycroft looked at the doctor who shook his head.

“I doubt he will be quick. The load on him may be a culmination of several days or nights. Cocaine does disrupt the workings of the bowels.” Doctor John Watson took out his smoking pipe and filled it with tobacco. “Like the pipe here, you need to clear the previous leftovers before you fill it again.”

“Oh, he is on cocaine again.” Mycroft sighed. “I told him…" "He was never off it, Mycroft.” Doctor John Watson took a puff on the pipe. "Bloody…" "I will be leaving now, gentlemen.” Lord Greystokes had enough of the patter of little gestures there. “I……"

"Please be seated, Lord Greystokes. I mean, please remain seated. I came from an important meeting and then was delivered a package on my way… Well, here it is. The mining reports from Ms. Kewala.” Mycroft produced the package then. “I had only perused it.”

“Does your brain work slower on weekends?” Doctor John Watson leaned forth to take the package. “Are you sure these are it?”

Doctor John Watson perused the documents when Sherlock walked in.

“Mycroft, what a surprise. Do you hold back on any trip to the privy? Now, it smells like a crate of ammonia was discharged there.” Sherlock then turned to look at Watson. “More messages?”

“Mindy Kewala’s reports.”

“Astonishing! Why did she send that to us?” Sherlock had on the expression of the wandering Flying Dutchman’s ship.

“It was sent to Mycroft. He brought it over," Doctor John Watson said. “I can see reports from the… Daniel Jones and Edward Thorne, including Ian Masterson and Brian Leeson.”

“I could not make out the contents, but they do say a lot on the minerals there.” Doctor John Watson handed over the papers.

“I am not a geologist, but allow me to peruse them.” Sherlock took the papers and then sat on his seat. He was all silent then while Mycroft briefed the doctor and the lord on his recent findings.

Mindy Kewala has accommodation at Farringdon, and she made some trips to Liverpool and Dover. She was seen to meet Ian Masterson there.”

“I thought he was missing at sea.” Doctor John Watson looked at the man. He could have drawn any card in a poker game and gotten away without revealing the hand. “Are you mistaken?”

“Well, for one. We have some others who saw him there and possibly now here in London.” Mycroft told them.

“What has this man to do with Mindy Kewala?” Lord Greystokes asked.

“Ian Masterson is an operative of ours who was last in China and went missing at sea when he was to return with some information for us. And more to that, he is the stepfather of one named Gavin Mcleod, who was the escort leader of Mindy Kewala.”

“And he was with Brian Leeson in a mining exploration some years back.” Doctor John Watson took a puff on his pipe. “That I learned.”

“And now Mindy Kewala is missing, or presumably in hiding or to meet Ian Masterson," Sherlock added. “The reports here are informative, and for the exploration to take off, Mindy needs to get the approval of the elders.”

“She may be leaving for the Congo?” Lord Greystokes asked

"Possibly," Sherlock replied. “Or eloped? It seems to be the trend now. But the reports seem to be incomplete. I wondered why. Maybe Mindy was trying to tell us something.”

Meanwhile, Doctor Mitsui Ogata was at the Millwall Dock by the River Thames. It was the early hours before dawn, and the dock was empty except for a few dockers who were lazing there before their work started later. The doctor was disguised as a docker there, with rough-spun waistcoats over the woollen shirt and a neckerchief to cover the lower face and baggy trousers secured with the belt. He wore a flat cap and leather boots needed for slippery decks. He carried a long wooden staff in his hand, using it as a crutch.

“There was an old man on the border,

Who lived in the utmost disorder;

He danced with the cat and made tea in his hat.

Which vexed all the folks on the Border.”

An old man seated by the side sang the limerick there by himself.

Hey you! Go left and enter the warehouse there.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata heard the calling from the dark shadows. He took the instruction and entered the structure. The warehouse was filled with rows of sawn timber, which was transported there before shipping out. He saw the candlelit table at the center and walked towards it. There were two wooden chairs there by the table.

“Please be seated, Sensei.” The doctor heard the request and took the seat there. He placed the staff leaning on the table. The figure appeared from the dark and approached the table.

“Your prowess with the ‘bo’ (wooden staff) is remarkable.” The newly arrived figure sat down.

“I prefer to call it kon (棍).” Doctor Mitsui Ogata said. “It is Okinawan. And what was your preference then, Emperor Fu Manchu?”

“Mone? Years ago, I was proficient with the dao (刀). I am, or rather was, a master of Jianshu from the Wudang school. I must admit, age has caught up with me, and what I wield now is the paintbrush. " The old man laughed. He was dressed like a coolie who has not returned home yet.

“A sensei always remains respected as one.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata smiled.

“You flattered me, Sensei.” The old man smiled. Emperor Fu Manchu had aged; his cheekbones were hollowed out, and the thin mustache looked like the splitting water flow on his jaw. It was his eyebrows that most people missed out on: the long silvery streak that spanned down the side, giving him the aura of a fiery dragon.

“You called for me? Why?” The doctor asked.

“I did. I am aware of the Yomi demons who had done some… unjustified tasks.” The old man sighed. “初生牛犊不怕虎 (Chūshēng niúdú bù pà hǔ)" (Translation: A newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger. "実るほど頭を垂れる稲穂かな (Minoru hodo koube wo tareru inaho kana)" – “The boughs that bear the most hang the lowest.” It means that truly wise or accomplished people are often the humblest”.

“Well said, Sensei. But being humble is not in their mind.” The old man said. “I am… I apologize. I was with them, the novice in the city. Pardon me, an expression. I was dragged here by my daughter’s brashness too. I came with a different purpose and ended with another. I saw the fruits to be picked here. I stayed on, held my own against the others, and established my own. They came and approached me. They spoke of our ancestry, and I was swayed to their intentions, but ……" “We at the Oni Society are grateful to your alliance. We knew of it in Osaka. We are bitter foes in China, but the enemies of our enemy can be our foe. " The doctor cut in. “You had no reason to work with us.”

“Wise words, Sensei. I would have remained an ally or on friendly terms, but they became arrogant and secured the advisement of one whom I detest: Ian Masterson. Unlike Nayland Smith, this one bores into my flesh like a parasite. Ian Masterson took them on a trail of personal glory and killings.”

“I had listened to that before.” The doctor said.

“I have disengaged with them, and they have the city under fire for their actions.” The old man smiled. “A wiser man selects his enemies and friends.”

“I understand, Emperor. I will watch over my friends and enemies … closer." The doctor stood up and bowed to the emperor.

“And please know that the lady you seek, Mindy Kewala, was in Farringdon, and along with her were the Waziri warriors. They were killed by the Yom Demons and took the lady away," the old man told the sensei. “We are all in the faraway land, and at times like this, we are better to be informed than to wander in the dark.”

“Waziri warriors? I am unused to them. Maybe I... I need to check further.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked away. “Emperor Fu Manchu, we are too old to do this.”

“Age is a number, but the events that unfold are part of our journey. Mine may be fading, but I am sure yours is still on.” The old man laughed.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 25

2026-09-28T13:12:06.364+08:00

25.

In the 1880s, dusk in London transformed the city into a dramatic, atmospheric scene; the sky was a dark blue, punctuated by the faint, warm glow of gaslights battling the thick fog. The rivers and canals flowing past London were a scene of shimmering reflections coupled with the industrial and human discarded activities. The smog from coal fires creates a moody, noir-like environment where horse-drawn hansom cabs move through wet, cobblestone streets. In certain parts of the city, the ladies are out in droves to take on clients, more so at Whitechapel. The dusk hours were also a time of high crime risk, with dimly lit areas becoming notorious for dangers.

The dimly lit evenings, spared the working hours, were also a signal to gather and vent their frustrations at anyone deemed a threat. The restless youths joined into gangs and turned their anger towards others, with the fuzz (the police then) stretched thin to control.

One could avoid those scenes by staying in the affluent sections of the city and patronizing the gentlemanly clubs for the game of bridge or horse bantering for the coming weekend races. Or just read a book in silence.

“Nayland, I am fine to get you in to the club if you desire." Mycroft lowered his shoulder to hold his lager at the U-shaped bar counter at the tavern selected by the other. The u-shaped bar counter was set at the rear, with the tables next to it, but any regular will grab the seat at the counter. The bar counter was manned by the bartender and assisted by two barmaids, who were never short of offering an ear to the taller-than-tall tales. Anything extra was charged more from a view to the grab.

“We will be fine, Mycroft. Henry here held a good eye for anything extraordinary.” Nayland dressed, as always, like a commoner lad in the lesser known part of London. A miner from Newcastle will have held a glass towards him like a brother who just surfaced then.

“I am not implying. I am overdressed.” Mycroft shifted on his seat, still dressed in his usual tweeds and polished shoes.

“Nice ones and twos, mate.” The person on Mycroft's right complimented the polished shoes.

“Bugger off, Stewart. There is a seat by the window there, or you leave it headless at it.” Henry stepped in and saw to it that the man slithered off.

“Your friend is here, Nayland.” Henry nodded to Nayland. The figure dressed like anyone else walked up to Nayland and handed over the note. Nayland in return handed over the few guineas promised.

“Serve the friend a lager, please.” Nayland told Henry, who motioned to the man to seat himself at the other end of the counter.

“Your own Baker’s Boys, huh?” Mycroft looked at the man who walked with a limp on the right leg to the end of the counter.

Corporal Mitch Kilney, retired, Regiment at Kowloon. He was also a sapper with the Royal Engineers. A good man and a better lookout than any scout I had known. He was wounded in the right thigh but stayed till his son got killed here last year. I've been back to take care of the family. I looked him up when I was posted back to Blighty.”

"Interesting…" Nayland moved the subject. “Mindy Kewala held a lease there at Farringdon and was seen a few times there but hardly stayed overnight. She travelled by train to Liverpool or Dover but did not stay there. She took the next train back the same day.”

“How did you know all of this? Did you have her observed?”

“No, I did not. The unit at Farringdon was recently the subject of the gossips of the neighbors. The train rides were not on her but Ian Masterson.”

“Ian Masterson? Why? He went missing at sea.” Mycroft was surprised.

“Reported yes. But what I learned later was he was seen in meetings with Fu Manchu. Charlie and I were informed, and we had him trailed. The old man was seen in Liverpool and Dover; both hold seaports. An Englishman fitting of Ian Masterson was seen recently there. I had the docks under surveillance and also Limehouse. I have my friends at Liverpool and Dover.”

“Why did you not report it?” Mycroft asked.

“I do not trust the office. The old man may have his informers there, and Ian Masterson may have informers there too. I was waiting on Ian Masterson at the teahouse where I was set on the friends of the old man. I barely escaped with Charlie, who met me there. No one knew of the meet, and that meant I was followed or Charlie did."

“Charlie later told me about the Oni Society involvement, briefly, but before I could do the next, Charlie left Blighty.”

“How did you suspect Ian Masterson?” Mycroft asked.

“From general descriptions. It was not like we have a photo of him in the files.” Nayland was agitated. “Ian Masterson has a scar on his left cheek courtesy of an attempt by a coolie at Shanghai. He was waylaid drunk going to his unit and got slashed, but he killed the coolie.”

“It was not on his file.” Mycroft recalled the notes that he read.

“I said that Ian Masterson has friends in the office.” Nayland repeated his words. ‘I have a scar too. It is on the left side of my buttock when the bullet fired by Lo Shue creased it next to my butthole. I am sure that was not reported.”

“Is it healed?” Mycroft asked.

“No, I got two outlets for the shit I carry.” Nayland snapped out. “Yes, it healed with love from Lo Shue.”

“Leave out the details, please. Tell me more on Ian Masterson.” Mycroft shifted again on his seat. His left buttock felt agitated.

“Ian was seen travelling to London by train, but they lost him at London Station. He was also seen at Farringdon.” Nayland looked towards Henry for more lager. “It may be a coincidence or I may be right. Ian Masterson is involved with the old man and Ms. Kewala, but where and what still eludes me.”

“We may know the why. The mining rights.” Mycroft cut in. "Let's see Sherlock now.”

“No, Mycroft. I have other matters to do.” Nayland stood up. “Clean your shoes. You've got a pony on your heels.” (Pony" is a reference to dog shit in Cockney slang.)

“Pony? The race is not due till tomorrow.” Mycroft looked at his shoes. “Oh. I see the pony. Where did I step on that?”

Meantime, Lord Greystokes took fancy to the dinner spread at the table, watched by Holmes and Watson.

“I am not here if not for the request of Jane.” Lord Greystokes looked up from the plate. “She asked me to seek you on ………” “Mindy Kewala. We are aware of your guest there, or rather ex-guest, John.” Sherlock looked at the man who was seated there.

“Do not address me as John. I am still the Lord of the Greystokes by name and rank.” The man looked at Sherlock. “Our friendship died years ago.”

“Yet you seek me now?”

“It was Jane who asked me. And this is my payment for your fees. Find Mindy Kewala and whoever murdered my friends. I have to return tonight to my estate. Jane is alone.” The Lord of Greystokes stood up. He looked at Watson. “Where is the privy?”

Mindy Kewala sat at the corner of the chamber where she took refuge in a part of London rarely heard of. She was dressed back in the simple gown that many ladies wore then, replacing the simple frock she wore when she arrived at Farringdon.

“Do you want to eat?” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod had changed from his uniform to the simple, close-fitting shirt with cuffed sleeves and small, close-lying collars topped with vertical buttons or laces that stretched to the man’s midsection. His pants fell loosely to the ankle and were usually held up by a pair of elastic suspenders or “braces” made in dark colors or with subtle plaids and muted colors like light grey or light brown. He retained his military boots.

Mindy shook her head and then laid it on her hands.

“Mindy, you must eat something.” The lieutenant tried to coax her.

“I am not hungry. Where is Ian Masterson?” Mindy pressed on her concern.

“I have no idea. He may be…"

“Stop it, Gavin. Since that day, Brian got killed, and then more were to die. The Waziri warriors were not needed to die. I had known them during my visits and there when I was to stay with them for meals.”

“Mindy, the deaths of the Waziri were not my doing. I would have stopped that.” The lieutenant sighed. “I do not know much. I was told to meet you there, and all it took was so fast.”

“I shot him… to save you.” Mindy sighed.

“Mindy, I…" The lieutenant was cut off when the man they were expecting arrived.

“Lieutenant McLeod, I will take over.” The man walked in dressed in the expensive coat over his three-piece suit. The man removed his top hat and brushed his hair off the forehead. His scar was seen on the left cheek.

“Mukolo (elder in the Congo language) Masterson, I am grateful to see you here. Tell me what is happening." Mindy approached the elderly man.

“Mbote, ndeko mwasi" (Hello, sister/young woman). I am here now.” Ian Masterson hugged the lady. “The events unfolded fast. The senior from the Oni Society triggered so many deaths.”

“Was the death of Brian needed?” Mindy snapped in. “He is a friend.”

“Yes, Brian is my Leki (young brother). I regret his death.” Ian settled the lady on the nearby seat. “It was not my call. The Yomi Demons acted on their own.”

“Were they not your men?” Mindy asked.

“I am an adviser. Ito Matsuke is their leader here in London.” Ian Masterson walked to the table to pour himself a drink. “Do you have the mining rights report?”

“Is that your concern?” Mindy was upset.

“Mindy, please control yourself. I am taking over the operation.” Ian Masterson took a gulp of the drink. “The traveling is killing me. The train and the carriage were…"

“Please, Mukolo. Who ordered the killing of the Waziri warriors?”

“I made that call. I had to do it to protect you.” Ian Masterson looked at the lieutenant. “He who was to protect you failed.”

“I did not fail, Sir," Lieutenant Gavin McLeod protested. “When she… moved to the Greystokes? She did it because she was rattled. And you did nothing.” Ian Masterson did not hide his scorn then. “Now, where are papers?”

“It is not with me.” Mindy told the man. “I… I sent it to Mycroft before I left for the estate. I had instructions to leave it undelivered until I give the second confirmation. Not all but half of it. The other half is still hidden.”

“Bitch!” Ian Masterson snapped at the lady. “玩火自焚 (wán huǒ zì fén): Play with fire and get burnt. Where are the papers that you hid?”

"Usiniweke maskio ya mbuzi niliwe na chui" (Do not put the ears of a goat on me to be eaten by a leopard). Mindy hissed at the man.

Tweet …. Is it still Tweet, or ...... an Odyssey update.

2026-09-21T14:04:16.055+08:00

Does not matter. I am just updating my progress... (sounds more like I am still getting... never mind...) here I cometh......

I am 100K words now (179 pages) and still developing the tale. I am almost completing the journey of Odysseus; the adventure and the sex ……. maybe a trickle of it, but the steampunk contents are building up. I had a long time trying to figure out the chapters ahead…. Maybe the porn was not that stimulating at my age….

I once gave my view of the works when the technician was fixing the engines in my place ... "Yup, I've seen it all; it needs some lubricants, but I tell ya, 'kick in the butt and it will work as well...'"

My bad, the technician was a lady then, and she did not appreciate my statement. I got a whopping bill for the repair.

Yes, back to Odysseus, I gave it many thoughts on the odyssey here. I had started off with the (intention; great imagination there) doing the integration of three tales, Odyssey, The Tempest and Othello by Shakespeare, then dropped Othello off from when the build up was at 90K words, and then came the …… Darned they do not make cushy cushions to sit, or was I losing my bump due to the lack of humps.

Anyway, the tale needed Othello back. So, I improvise and be darned…… this odyssey may just take a trifle too long to complete… Honestly, (felt like I was facing God then listening to my list of penance. I had to embark on a tale ... well, to make it an epic tale.

I had exceeded my 50K words per tale to now at 100K words; like sex, you come with a start and end time, and then you snore... Well, the tale looks like it just half its odyssey here …… Huh, not done yet? I thought I was the only one taking VIAGRA...

And was I talking in my sleep too…? My wife asked me last night when we were in bed, within the boundaries of our snoring perimeters, who is Desdomena? ….. My reply, Huh…. Our new neighbor? ……. I must do a shutdown when I am sleeping or asleep, or I will end up as a DOMESTIC ASSAULT victim…… Sept 21^st 2026……. still writing.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 24

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24.

"Gi" (Justice/Rectitude) ……. Be honest in all dealings and do the right thing.”

“Yū (Courage)... Face danger and death without hesitation.”

“Jin (Benevolence) ……. Show mercy and compassion.”

“Rei (Respect)…. Be polite and respectful to all, including enemies.”“Makoto (Sincerity) ……. Keep your word and act honestly.”

“Meiyō (Honor)… Maintain your reputation and dignity above all else.”

“Chūgi (Loyalty)... Be loyal to your master until death.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata bowed his head. He had just said the codes of Bushido. He had acted as the second for Hiroshima-san, who had committed seppuku to restore his honour. He had committed his dishonour when he betrayed his Lord.

“Hiroshima-san, your honour is restored.” Doctor Mitsui placed the head of the samurai into the box he had brought. He reflected on his own honour; he was a ronin when his lord, Age Yomiuri, died. He recalled his battle with Sukimora. The katana he had used to commit the second was placed before the dead man.

“Sensei, I cannot do this.” Sukimora stopped his fight. He had attacked with the ‘Shako Ken’ strike, aiming to incapacitate the other.

“Sukimora, I taught you better than that.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata retaliated with the ‘Kiten Shuto’; the right-hand fingers firmed up to form a sword. He aimed at the left elbow but impacted the forearm.

“Sensei, I came to warn you. The Yomi demons are onto you.” Sukimora stepped back, nursing his forearm. “You sent me here to check on them. I did and found Ito Matsuke is the senior here. There is one other who oversees them.”

“I did, and did you not join them later? Why, Sukimora?” Doctor Mitsui moved in on the next move. The move was fast; the doctor had the other in an offensive manoeuvre. Sukimora had struck out with the Mikazuki Sokushi Geri (Crescent Kick), a kicking technique aiming to knock down an opponent. The doctor had anticipated that and did the Oni Kudaki (Shoulder Lock), a common, effective joint lock.

“You are predictable, Sukimora. I had a counter to that kick many times from you.” The doctor had moved in to deflect the kick and applied pressure on the right heel. He heard the bones there cracked. Sukimora fell backwards onto his knees.

“My apologies, Sensei. I was weak.” Sukimora bowed to the Sensei. “He caught me with some military papers of ours. Germany was keen to trade. I was to trade them for more updates, but Ito Matsuke had me framed. I had to comply with him.”

“For money, Sukimora. You sold out the country.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata went for the kill blow, the Shotokan blow on the forehead, a deadly blow focusing the strength on the knuckles aimed at the head. The young exponent fell to his side there on the flooring. Doctor Mitsui Ogata had then examined the bag brought by Sukimora. He saw the timer there and exited by the window, taking the grappling rope he had kept by it. He barely made it when the bomb exploded.

“Your timing is impeccable, Ito Matsuke.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata became aware of his surroundings then. He was still in the living area of the chamber of Hiroshima-san.

“Step forth, my disciple.”

Ito Matsuke appeared from the dark corner, dressed in black, and had the ‘ninjato’ on his waist belt.

“I came upon getting the report that..."

“You have me followed. I am aware.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata smiled. “I made myself known before I arrived here.”

“Ito, the Yomi Demons seem to be wide in their network. You have even the ‘gaijin’ in your employ.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked at his disciple. “I need you here to see the avenue to your betrayal; the way to redeem your honour.”

“I deem not my honour tarnished here, Sensei. I am … fulfilling another destiny of mine.” Ito Matsuke took his left foot back in the striking stance. It was the Renoji-dachi stance from the Shotokan art, with weight on the back leg for momentum to push forth. Ito had his right hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

“If it is honour, do not come with your lackeys as you also did at the forest.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata called out. Two other dark figures appeared from the dark corners. They were similarly dressed and held the long katana.

“More of mine or yours, Ito?”

“Mine actually. I had them come over a year ago. They are all ex-military and were once of the samurai class," Ito Matsuke replied. “The upheaval of the Meiji era: Japan was forced to open to the West, questioning the shōgun's political authority over maintaining Japanese sovereignty. The emperor’s rebuke of shogunal actions led to the emergence of an ideological divide within the samurai class concerned with their feudal obligations to both the shōgun and the emperor.”

“Some……"“Some samurai became shishi ("men of spirit") who were committed to the emperor’s proclamations to expel the barbarians. Factional disputes within the domains led some domains to conflict with the Tokugawa. In 1868, Emperor Meiji declared political power to be restored to the Imperial House, materialized in the Boshin War and the short-lived Republic of Ezo, but by the 1870s, the emperor's authority was practically unquestioned. The new government changed the strata of society, abolishing the old currency, the domain system, and eventually the class position of the samurai," Doctor Mitsui Ogata said. “I was there. I got most of you to train as warriors in the Oni Society.”

“We are glad, Sensei. The evolution did not stop there. We had to begin another.” Ito Matsuke bowed to his sensei. “May I request your guidance to join us?”

“I am a samurai, by honour and by service.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata replied. “My blood oath (Kishōmon) is within the Oni Society, although I serve no master now but my own.”

Historically, samurai often solidified their commitments to a lord via a kishōmon (written oath), signed with their name and often sealed with a blood thumbprint.

“I may be a ronin, but my last unfulfilled task makes void of my new direction. I will fulfil my task before I am to take on the new journey.”

“You leave me with no choice, Sensei.” Ito Matsuke held up his left hand.

“We will battle, but not that day and not today.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata held up his right hand. “I am to find out the leader of the Yomi Demons, and today is also the day of mourning for a good friend. Two friends I lost; the second faded away. We will battle soon, Ito Matsuke, but not today. I will leave now.”

Doctor Mitsui Ogata took his leave of the chamber, unharmed. It was dusk, and with the smog, London turned dark fast.

Meanwhile, Sherlock Holmes was settling down to his supper with Doctor John Watson. They were having roast dinner with Yorkshire pudding; roast features roasted meat (often beef), crispy roasted potatoes, vegetables, and savoury gravy, accompanied by light, puffy Yorkshire puddings. Yorkshire puddings are made by baking a batter of eggs, flour, and milk in hot oil, while gravy is created from meat pan drippings.

Sherlock was playing with his vegetables, assembling them across his plate like kids do when they do not want to eat. Piles of telegrams and messages were at the side of the table.

“I doubt you could create Waterloo there. Napoleon does not look like a green pea, and I am sure the French finest looked like pudding.” Doctor John Watson sliced the pudding in half. “Are you back to your cocaine? Your pupil looked dilated, and even when I looked closer, the blood vessel constriction could be seen.”

“Please, Watson. You are not my physician," Sherlock snapped out.

“I am not. I am just a busy parker (busybody for cockney slang), gaffer.” Doctor John Watson, in his irritation, makes up his words in cockney slang. “On me, Jack, I would prefer to treat the sows in the countryside rather than you.”

“Do not hitch on the horse just yet, Watson. I need you here.” The rare moments Sherlock pleaded with the doctor. “I did take a jab of the cocaine… it is a seven percent level. It is normal……"Then at that era, cocaine was being hailed both in Europe and the United States as an effective local anaesthetic and a treatment for morphine addiction.

“Cocaine is normal for the sick. And you are not sick. You are mentally challenged in your deductive logic. I drew that to mean you are still sane but intensely focused on the issue at hand; that insanity may follow on.” Doctor John Watson looked at the man; he shared a unit in London.

“Yes, you are insane, well, not thoroughly there, but your…… Holmes, if you persist, you will develop a pernicious behaviour that may……"

“Gall at you? Was that why you left for the countryside?” Sherlock took offense to the words. Doctor John Watson stood up and dropped his napkin.

“Leaving now? Are you?” Sherlock called out. It was then Mrs. Hudson appeared.

“If I had known the roast was overly done, I would not have served it to the both of you.” Mrs. Hudson looked at the spread prepared by her.

“Do not squabble on. You got a guest.”

“I am not seeing anyone tonight.” Sherlock pushed the plate to the side.

“You will see me.” Lord Greystokes stood at the doorway. “I came to see you on some matters of mine.”

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 23

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23.

Doctor Mitsui Ogata sat on his haunches in the living chamber of an old friend who came with the Iwakura Delegation in 1872 and remained in London. The living area was covered with the tatami cover, and an area was designed to heat the teapot.

“Arigatogozimas, Hiroshima-san.” The doctor bowed to his friend, an academician who was serving tea to him.

“I am ever thankful for your visit, Sensei Ogata.” The other man was an elderly man dressed in the montsuki (紋付) style, a typically black, often silk-made kimono worn over traditional Japanese clothing known as hakama. The man had his hair designed in the chonmage (丁髷), a traditional Japanese topknot haircut worn by men. “How is life here, Hiroshima-san?”

“Difficult, but so is the terrain at the horizon. Nothing is like home, but we adapt.”

“You could go back, Hiroshima-san.” The doctor raised the option.

“I could, but there is no one left there. My family is only me. I've never wedded and have no kids with anyone. My parents are dead in Japan.”

“True. I apologize for asking.” The doctor bowed once more. “It was rude of me."

“Do not be, Sensei. We are...rather, I am a ronin in some manner. I hold no association to any.” The man smiled. “I may be asking for your visit here now.”

“I shall not hold anything back from you, Hirohisma-san. You came with the Iwakura delegation, but your expertise was in mining. You had worked at Manchuria and copper at sites at Ashio.”

“I did and came here to learn more on the workings, but we are not much different. I begged to stay on to improve here.” Hiroshima-san sighed.

“Yet you were attached briefly to the mining operation of Leeson and Associate.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked at the man.

“I was, at the request of one named Ian Masterson. He told me to get involved with the Oni Society. I am not one to decline that request.” Hiroshima-san bowed to the sensei. “We all have our purpose, and mine was to be the engineer there.”

“Do you have the notes?” Doctor Mitsui Ogata asked. “You are an academic. Your true work lies in writing down the findings.”

“I did. The notes were given to Ito Matsuke when he asked for them. He is the senior member of the Oni Society. I cannot refuse him.”

“Do you know he also works for Ian Masterson?” Doctor Mitsui Ogata asked.

“Work for? No, he is the associate member of the Leeson Associates, which included Masterson.” Hiroshima-san bowed. “I apologize for not telling this earlier."

“What else are you not telling me, Hiroshima-san?”“I…… I will tell, Sensei.” The man looked down to tatami.

“I am not alone in the city. My real reason is I am with a lover, a gaijin. His name is Trevor Nottings. In our country, it is not disallowed, but here in England, it is a crime.” The man bowed his head. “I am not ashamed, but I fear the retribution towards Trevor.”

“Ito Matsuke knows?”

“Yes, he does. He threatened to expose me if I do not work for him," Hiroshima-san said. “Ito Matsuke is a member of the Yomi Demons. They are powerful and held many at their calls.”

“Hiroshima-san, I have no control over your afflictions, but your ……. Undisclosed information and working for the rebels have displeased me. Our honour in the society had been tarnished. You do know of the need to clear this dishonour?"

“Yes, Sensei. I know. But I have a request. I am not a strong person. Can you be my second?”

Doctor Mitsui Ogata nodded.

“We will do it at sundown. Get your personal matters resolved by then. I will be back.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata got up and left the house.

It was then Lord Greystoke got the telegram on the demise of his warriors. Only Megmu had survived to tell the truth.” He was at the porch of the mansion and hollered out.

“Bundolo!” Lord Greystokes called out. “Your deaths will be avenged.”

“John, what happened?” Lady Jane rushed to meet her lover. He handed over the telegram to her and then walked to the Waziri’s village. They will need to be told by him of the event.

"The devil whispered, 'You cannot withstand the storm.' The warrior replied, "I am the storm." Lord Greystokes stood there before the Waziri warriors he had gathered at the village. He had stripped to his familiar wear of the jungle and stood tall on the mound to address them.

“Here in this foreign land, we will not fear the devil. We are the warriors. We will survive anyway.” The leader of the warriors roared out. “Kreegah. (Beware).”

“We will thrive. Built from struggle. Formed from pain. Strengthened by adversity."

“Bundolo!” The warriors chanted back. “Your deaths will be avenged.”Lord Greystokes then announced the three days of mourning for the death. He walked back to the mansion and saw Lady Jane waiting there.

“John, there must be a reason. I know Mindy.”

“The leopard does not change its spots. Mindy Kewala will pay the price for the betrayal.” Lord Greystokes looked at his lover. “She may be our friend, but betrayal ceased to be our relationship.”

Let me find her.” Lady Greystokes looked at the man.

“You are with a child. You cannot be running out there. I will find her, and if it's proven, I will do justice. That I can promise to you.”

“No, John. Anger and vengeance are clouding your judgment. Find the others and get their help," Lady Jane pleaded. “You cannot be judge, jury, and … killer.”

“Who? The authorities? They know not of our ways.”

“Find Holmes. He will help.” Lady Jane looked at the man she loves.

“Do not shed the blood of the innocent. Find the truth and let justice prevail.”

“You are asking me to seek the devil who killed our child.” Lord Greystokes cried out.

“Our child was not killed by him. It was a part of the battle then. I cannot blame it all on him. He ……. We are also at fault there.”

“Fine. I will seek him, but you are to stay here. Be safe till I return.” Lord Greystokes looked at the lady he loves. “Our child here must survive.”

Lady Greystokes nodded.

Meanwhile, Doctor John Watson and Nayland Smith took their attendance with Holmes. They were brief on the happenings with Mindy Kewala.

"Unbelievable…" Nayland sighed.

“Is John…" Doctor John Watson was trying to piece the words together there.

“John is a … fine man. He will come to term with the issue.” Sherlock continued looking out the window. It felt like years ago when they had met then in Africa, the Greystokes and Holmes on an adventure with several others looking for King Solomon’s treasure. The loss of the baby for the Greystokes was inevitable.

“Yes, Lady Greystoke. They removed the …. child. It was tainted.” The frail figure seated on the seat voiced it in a concerned tone. (Heroes Return I Page 74). Jane Greystokes was devastated and never forgave all of them for causing her loss of the child. It also affected their relationship; the Greystokes retired to their estate and refused to have any contact with anyone outside. The Waziri warriors were brought in to bring balance to their existence, and John Greystokes loved his people.

“I dealt with many ladies who had lost their child. We can never comprehend their emotions.” Doctor John Watson said. “We are…" Nayland Smith was to cut in when Doctor John Watson continued. “Emotional bastards, are we? I know the accusation. I have removed a man's limbs or pulled a bullet out to have the patient die later. Yes, we are emotional bastards! We lacked empathy to death. She stands over us at every…"

“Enough, Watson.” Sherlock intervened in his rare moments of outburst. “Right now, we are solving a case involving the death of some… friends."

“Doctor, do you have anything for my pain?” Sherlock looked at Watson and then shook his head. “Never mind. Tell me the event surrounding Mindy Kewala brought in a different angle to the case. Is she a victim or an associate to the murders?” Sherlock looked to Mycroft. “How was she vetted by the Foreign Office?”

“Vetted… We are checking.” Mycroft bit his tongue there. He was too argumentative on the manner of the honour of the office but felt it was irrelevant then.

Doctor Watson glared at Sherlock then.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 22

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22.

“Ms. Kewala, I thought we were to go to Farrington." Ngamba, who was leading the Waziri warriors, approached the lady. He was dressed in the simple tunic and pants with sandals for his footwear. He had retained his rungu in the backpack.

“My mistake there, Ngamba. I was to say Farringdon.” Mindy looked to the street there. Farringdon was a booming area of London; the station then was a bustling hub of the Metropolitan Railway, the world's first underground railway. The steam trains were fully established, connecting commuters from suburbs like Paddington to the city. Due to the high frequency of trains, the area was often plagued by soot and smoke. The nearby Smithfield meat market was a hive of activity. That area was also populated by the African community, which stretched to the surrounding Clerkenwell area of London; it was small but established, existing with other broader, low-income Victorian communities. The mix of individuals from across the African diaspora, including African and Afro-Caribbean individuals who worked in various London trades.

“Are you uncomfortable, Ngamba? These are our people too.” Mindy looked at the Waziri warrior.

“No offense, Ms. Kewala. I hardly travelled out of the estate.” Ngamba looked to the community there. He then looked to the others.

“Be on alert.”

“Do not worry, Ngamba. My chamber is up ahead.” Mindy led the way across the street and then two blocks on; she took the alley in between the buildings. Ngamba looked at the surroundings. Instead of tall trees and canopied leaves, he saw concentrated structures with overhanging cables and stagnant smog.

“Here we are.” Mindy stopped at the doorway. She took out a key and unlocked the door. She went in first. Megmu, the other lady in the group, took entry, followed by another named Korak.

“Yarty, stay on guard here.” Ngamba held the last of the warriors back. “We will be fast.”

Fast was the reaction felt by those who stepped in. Megmu, who had stepped in, was slashed at the chest and dropped forward. Korak saw the attack had stepped to the left. He unslung the knapsack and deflected the slash at him. He reached into the backpack to remove the rungu, but another to his left had slashed the side of his neck. Ngamba, who was behind Korak, had his knapsack unslung and reached his rungu. He was facing two assailants then, with Ms. Kewala seen at the rear of the chamber.

“Bundolo!” (Kill) Ngamba called out. He eyed the two assailants there, dressed in black and holding short swords.

“Hai!” The assailant on the left charged at Ngamba, who sidestepped the downward swing of the katana blade. Ngamba had his body turned and swung the rungu hard at the back of the assailant. It impacted just below the back of the neck. The assailant staggered to the right side, wobbling in the steps, and then fell to the flooring.

“Bundolo!” Ngamba went for the killing blow on the back of the head, but he had to sidestep when the other assailant did a front thrust of the sword at him. Ngamba felt the sword had pierced his left side of the chest, but it was not fatal. He swung the rungu in a right swing at the second assailant who had stepped back. Ngamba retreated holding the wound on his chest.

“Hai!” The second assailant charged at Ngamba with the sword held in the right hand, and on his left hand, he had on the dagger drawn from his waist belt. The assailant went in for the kill move at the neck, and Ngamba took his rungu with both hands, holding it. He swung the rungu at the assailant right, and at the last moment, he twisted his wrist to divert the blow to the side of the lower chest.

It worked, for the assailant was hurt by the low blow and fell to the side. Ngamba was to follow on with the deadly blow to the head when the bullet impacted his chest. He looked to the shooter.

“Ms. Kewala…" Ngamba muttered.

It was then that Yarty rushed in and was shot in the face by the lady. Mindy Kewala then stepped over the Waziri warriors, making sure they were dead.

“You are not a bad shot after all.” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod stood at the doorway holding the sabre and revolver. “Get the papers and we can leave.”

“The others…" Mindy looked at the two assailants.

“Done!” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod plunged the sabre into the back of the neck of both assailants. Mindy rushed to collect the papers and then fled the scene with the lieutenant

.It was a successful operation, but they overlooked the condition of the lady warrior. Megmu, wounded, had crawled to the doorway and was met by the neighbours there.

“Nisaidie” (Help me), Megmu called out in Swahili (Kiswahili), the Bantu language spoken by millions across East Africa. Meanwhile, Sherlock Holmes was in deep thought on the case. He had picked up the violin but did not string the chords. He was still trying to piece the puzzle together on the people he assumed were involved.

Mindy Kewala was seen in London according to his boys, but her destination was unknown. The boys reported her being with a group of her own people. The boys were not familiar with the different ethnicities but called them "Zulus," the term used to describe any African descent then. It may be referenced to the Battle of Isandlwana in 1879: The Zulus achieved a stunning victory, wiping out over 1,300 British troops—a major blow to British prestige.

Sherlock knew that the group was Waziri, but why was Mindy back in London?

“Greystokes ……. How deep is your involvement?”

The Oni Society is the other puzzle; how deep was Doctor Mitsui Ogata involved? He knew of the Oni Society and had wondered about the role of the doctor, now presumed dead, but it was made known to him by Doctor John Watson that it was Sukimora who was there.

“So, where are you, Doctor?”

The minister was killed on the presumption of his link to the treasury functions, but there was a reference to mining. Brian Leeson was a successful miner before, and why did he join the exchequer and get killed? How much does he know and with whom? The mining rights in the Congo were one weak link, but with the numerous deaths related, more doubts were surfacing

“Congo mining?”

Then it came to his baffling message: the prefix M. Well, it will mean Moriarty, but he may be wrong. The trail of the message was that it came from the PM’s office, but it baffled him why Armstrong wanted him to be involved. He was tasked by the prime minister before to find a stolen, potentially war-triggering letter, forcing him to navigate high-level political secrets. Or recover stolen submarine blueprints vital to British national security. He did once investigate the theft of a crucial treaty, preventing a diplomatic incident that would have embarrassed the government. All in, he did serve the interests of the Crown, but most often managed his workings with the assistance of his brother.

“M may not be Moriarty, but someone else.”

Mycroft is not off the link; he is family, but his methodology was at times tangent to his brother's. Mycroft's involvement here may be more than a liaison from the Foreign Office; he brought in Nayland Smith, and well, he spent more time at the chamber of his than he did at the club.

“Who are you, Mycroft?”

“Hello, old boy. I am back.” Mycroft stepped into the living chamber of his brother. He was dressed in his usual tweeds and sported an envelope

.“I had requested Mrs. Hudson for the afternoon tea with a generous helping of marmalade for the scones.” Mycroft sat down at the seat reserved for Watson. “I heard you missed your lunch. Anything the matter?”

“Where is Watson?” Mycroft was full of questions.

“One, I was not hungry during lunch.” Sherlock looked at the violin. It helped him in his moments to think, but his other inducement was cocaine; it could inhibit the urge to eat and the accumulation of these neurotransmitters that leads to euphoria, high energy, and intense alertness.

“Two, Watson may be back in this countryside.” His boys reported that they lost Watson in the streets.

“Three, I am in need of time to think. The death of the minister and, of course, Sukimora.” Sherlock sighed. “A good exponent of the physical arts.”

“So much to consider…" Sherlock brought his violin bow to his forehead.

“Well, I have more bad news.” Mycroft handed over the envelope. “Mindy Kewala is seen at Farringdon and then seen leaving with one lieutenant, leaving a trail of bodies in the chamber there, supposedly leased to Ms. Mindy.”

“Bravo, Mycroft. You could read those syllables without losing a single breath.” Sherlock looked at the other. “Mindy’s eluded us, and the Lieutenant may be piecing the puzzle pieces. Tell me…"

“Argh …... my headache aches. I need my medication.” Sherlock walked to his personal chamber and then stopped. “What do you know of Ian Masterson and his …….”

“Done that. Lieutenant Gavin McLeod was assigned to watch over Ms. Mindy ever since she arrived. I was to find out that he is related to Minister Leeson from his wife’s side, a third cousin’s son, and unknown to us, he is also related to Ian Masterson, the stepson of Mrs. Masterson's previous marriage.

“Wild sows, they were.” Sherlock laughed and then grabbed his head with his hands. “That hurts.”

“I think they will take offense to that, Shelly.” Mycroft cut in. “Anyway, the information was not relevant as no one checked it. Presumably then.”

“However, now the game is afloat……. Your words, Shelly. We dug and found out more about it. Ian Masterson was involved with Leeson in mining in the Congo, an exploration some many years back on the edge of the Congo basin, and suddenly he requested the transfer to the Far East. It was logged in that Ian had travelled extensively to northern China and … to Japan.”

“There were reports of him meeting Doctor Mitsui Ogata, filed as miscellaneous for there was no alert raised. While he was there, he also got into the involvement of Emperor Fu Manchu; obvious.”

“An omission of yours. Never too late.” Sherlock turned towards the window. “I can hear the carriages arrived.”

“Ah, Nayland is here and so is the good doctor, Watson. I knew those footsteps well.”

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 21

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21.

Professor Moriarty's personal residence was in Pimlico, but he was mostly at the university campus, where he maintained a small chamber to call his restful area. It was a sparse chamber with the single bed and the privy, with the corner adorned with the kitchen top and drawers. He had returned to get a change of clothes. The university was kind to allow him a place to rest, but the amenities stopped there.

The professor let himself in and took his bag of sodden clothes to the kitchen area. His housekeeper, Mrs. Melois, will come over once a week to do the cleanup and his laundry. He had walked in with his walking cane and then proceeded to his study area. That was his personal sanctum for him to think. He picked up the glass and poured himself a huge glass of sherry. He took a huge gulp and then approached the drawing board that was fixed to the wall near the window. He started his notation of the variables.

‘Treasury’

‘Japan’

‘Doctor Mitsui Ogata’

‘Sherlock’

‘Oni Society’

“You may want to include my name.” The voice was behind the professor. Professor Moriarty turned and saw the intruder into his home.

“Doctor John Watson. Why am I not surprised?”

“Good day, Moriarty.” The man known as John Watson approached the other at the board.

“How did…. Ignore my curiosity, Doctor.” The professor stepped to the working desk of his at the study. “I do not invite guests to my home here in particular.”

“I am aware. You have three guards on the house opposite and one other as your right neighbour." Watson stepped to the seat in front of the desk. “I am an ex-assassin, as you may be aware, and stealth is my expertise.”

“You have your…expertise, which I was told declined since you retired to the countryside.”

“A scenario I portrayed to elude my enemies. It is difficult to leash my expertise, for I am who I was. Anyway, your neighbour is fast asleep, courtesy of the drug I induced into him. A burly cockney but lacking the ferocity of the bulldog. We nocked and exchanged some blows, but he does lack practice. Once done, I have learned from Holmes to position him so the others can see him but are unaware of his condition.”

“Surely, the former regimental best cannot be deceived so easily.” The professor towards the window.

“I had known that. I had to give them a lesson in opioid drugs, courtesy of Holmes. It was enough to intoxicate them for a restful evening. Men of the regiment also love their ale from the barrel. I was the lucky one to deliver that this morning. The efforts of Holmes to coach me in disguise helped. Who denies the barrel man in his weekly delivery?"

“Bravo, Doctor Watson. I am impressed.” The professor moved to the board and scribbled the new name there with his right hand while his left hand rested on the edge of the board.

“Oh, Professor. I removed the gun behind the board. And given your untimely urge to drink, I believe the word "opioid" may be registered with you as a variable.”

“You also poisoned my drink, Doctor. I am awed by your brashness. I am not a fighter like yourself.” Professor Moriarty lowered the glass.

“A good shooter, if I am to recall of yourself. Your bi-weekly visit to the shooting range may elude many, but Holmes told me of your skills there. Was it a Bulldog design? Small and compact is that design.”

“Now tell me why you are here. We hardly meet in the dark.” Professor Moriarty stepped away from the drawing board.

“I am, for one, attacked by an assassin of oriental origin when I was to head home. I was then dragged into the case of the murdered minister and followed up on the death of one emissary. Honestly, I am not keen.”

“Shed the cover, Doctor. We know why you were targeted. One, the assassin was not mine; as if I ever knew, there would be none. I will have you kept intact. Better to keep one’s own enemy alive till they are done. And you are not done yet with my variables. However, your silent role with the Oni Society was made known to me for some time. I believed Holmes knew that too. It was no coincidence that you were involved.”

“I think the subtlety of denial will not be needed.” Doctor John Watson looked at the professor. “I was approached by the Oni Society a year ago after I went into retirement. I will not deny nor confirm my participation in their tasks, if any. They do pay well, but I am a retired assassin and now a simple countryside healer. I do not kill for money.”

“However, the murders of the three persons are assumed to be the work of the Oni Society; the mode of the kill does not surprise me. But it came to my attention that it was not the works of the Oni Society but one other named the Yomi Demons.”

“Yomi Demons?”

“Do not patronize me, Professor. You knew of the Yomi Demons, but how deep are they involved? The latter is working with some other person or persons that want to establish here. and to get the mining rights. It was to fund their treasury. You knew that too. They had approached me. I declined. They do not like to be rejected. Now, they may be sorting out the loose ends.”

“Viola! The new variables make the formulation more challenging.” Professor Moriarty laughed. “You did not surprise me, Doctor. You amazed me here. You will make a good mathematician.”

“Among other skills. I am baffled by your role. You are a bystander to me. Or perhaps I am wrong.” Doctor John Watson approached the board. He wrote on it the name "Professor Moriarty." “Sometimes, we tend to see the variables but never the ones that may be us."

“Then I will add in your name, Doctor Watson.” Professor Moriarty wrote the name on the board.

“Tell me, Professor. Why did you meet the doctor at the café?” Watson asked. “You have your informants, as do I."

“I am intrigued. You have never been an exponent of mine. I met the doctor because …… I have interest in the mining rights in Africa and the Yomi Demons, whom I was approached to be their adviser here in London. It was never made known, even to my associate, Colonel Moran.”

“You do not trust the Colonel?” Doctor John Watson asked.

“Trust is not the same as personal rewards. I am to retire soon, and all I have here is to be handed down to the colonel. However, I am to have a personal treasury of mine. What did they say in economics: "inflationary factors.” Professor Moriarty added another name to the board: Ian Masterson.

“Ian Masteron was to give me the full report on the mining. He, rather unfortunately, died… or rather went missing at sea.” Professor Moriarty looked at the doctor. “In my world, missing and dead are two distinct variables.”

“Are you indicating to me that Ian Masterson may not be dead?” Doctor John Watson asked.

“Nothing is fixed in the mathematical question until we equate it out.” Professor Moriarty smiled. “Like yourself, you were not a variable until now. I am ……”

“I should have assumed. Ian Masterson knew of the mining reports. He was in China and may have made arrangements with the Oni Society to get the mining done in the Congo. He was to return here to consolidate his reports and not report to the ministry.”

“You are misdirected, Doctor. It is not an incision but a suture needed. Ian Masterson was to meet the one who knew more on the mining, and the minister was a removable variable. He had done his part to piece together the missing puzzles and was removed. Minister Leeson was killed by the Yomi Demons, as far as I know. They had to remove him, for he knew enough to implicate them. Mindy Kewala is the next piece, for she held the reports. She is missing now.”

“She is with the Greystokes.” Doctor John Watson said.

“Is she? My network mentioned that she left recently. I am implying that she may know more than you may know.” Professor Moriarty added the name Mindy Kewala.

“And, Doctor Watson. May I inform you that Ian Masterson may be in London. Or Liverpool. He is elusive. Or the other person. The old man. He may be feeble, but his mind works well. Do not underestimate the old man.”

“And please leave by the front door. Colonel Moran will not shoot you yet. He just wants to see you leave. However, he does value your solution to his field of security more than me. He just signalled me from the opposite house. He is there with a team of his own.” Professor Moriarty smiled. “Doctor, I am a careful man. I do travel with my personal guards.”

“And my regards to Sherlock Holmes. I hope he sleeps well every night.” Doctor Watson ignored the man, and walked out.

“However, I do not need to share my thoughts with them on my variables.” Professor Moriarty left alone then wiped the board of the names. “All I need is my beautiful mind. Cheers, Holmes. May yours be clear too.”

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 20

2026-09-07T10:57:22.215+08:00

20.

Epping Forest is a huge area of ancient woodland and other established habitats, which straddles the border between Greater London and Essex. It lies on a ridge between the valleys of the rivers Lea and Roding. It contains areas of woodland, grassland, heath, streams, bogs, and ponds, and its elevation and thin gravelly soil (the result of glaciation) historically made it less suitable for agriculture. It was designated a royal forest, meaning that only the monarch had the right to hunt deer.

“I would expect this to be Sherwood Forest, as we cannot hunt deer here.” The man approached the other, who stood by the tree lines there, canopied by the thick leaves above on the branches. The one addressed turned and did a bow to the one who approached him.

“Sensei, I am relieved to see you.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the Senior Member of the Oni Society. “I thought you had…"

“As I am relieved to be alive.” Doctor Mitsui Ogato smiled. He was dressed in the tweed three-piece and had on the black leather shoes. His face was partially covered by the homburg that he wore there.

“They found a body in the chamber. Who was it in the chamber?” Ito Matsuke asked. He was dressed in the dark Manchurian-design jacket, buttoned to the neck, and matching pants with dark shoes. He also carried a dark blue duffle bag that was lengthy.

“I am surprised that you want to know. I will tell you anyway. It was the military attaché, Kataka Sukimora. He was a disciple of mine, sent here two years ago to check on the rebels within the Oni Society. They called themselves the Yomi Demons.

“He met me there with that concern. I also queried him on the three missing disciples, whose deaths he told me were unclear, but it could be the works of the Yomi Demons. I assumed it was the local crime lord, but Professor Moriarty denied it.”

“I will avenge their deaths.” Ito Matsuke voiced out.

“Ito, we are in London, and we must respect the local laws and culture. We cannot declare ourselves like a wild fire.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata took a few steps to stand beside the local emissary. “How long were you posted here?”

“Three years, ten months. Short of four years here. Every day, I crave to go home," Ito replied. “London is not like Osaka. The everyday commotion is all rushing, and no one tells you sorry for knocking into you.”

“You are well remunerated, Ito?”

“Yes. I was. I am also made to keep an eye on the Oni Society’s interest.” Ito smiled. “It was not much then, but of late, the interest has become diverse. The Yomi Demons ……"

“The treasury functions and the numerous transfers of money to the banks. It raised queries.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata stood there. “The last were the mining reports. It represented great interest to us, even back in Tokyo.”

“The geologist, Edward Thorne, and Ian Kingsley from Thames University. And Daniel Jones. They were our recruited members. The rebels may have gotten to them to stop them from reporting, and Ian Masterson was mine. He was a good friend and was with Minister Leeson when they were in Africa. He got news on the mining reports while in Shanghai, intercepted it, and was to report to London. He was a double agent.”

“The three were killed by whom, and our operatives were sent, and yet they were deemed dead. The only operative sent to kill Ian Masterson was on my instruction, and more deaths were assumed when the steamer he was on sank in open seas.”

“I pray for their deaths. They may have died for the society." Doctor Mitsui Ogata sighed. “Ian Masterson was a good friend, but still a Gaikokujin (外国人, "outside country person"), the Oni Society comes first. The mining intrigued me, and I decided to come to London on the pretext of discussing treasury functions, which I am well versed in. But my other intention was to find the killers. They are linked here to London.”

“Everything happened so fast. The minister was killed, which was baffling as it happened the day I was in London. And then Mindy Kewala went missing; she was the key to the mining rights. Apparently, she had the know-how and data on the mining there. Doctor Mitsui Ogata sighed. “I was equally surprised to meet Sherlock Holmes there. His brother, Mycroft, was expected as the Foreign Office liaison, but why Sherlock? I did not know who invited him.”

“Could the mining reports linked them all?” Ito Matsuke asked.

“It does, but how baffles me. And then I got to meet Professor Moriarty. He is the local crime lord. He told me more baffling news.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked at the trees. “Beautiful forest, like the Sea of Trees in Aokigahara. Have you been there? We had a training there once, you and me with a few others.”

The other remained silent.

“The forest has a historical reputation as a home to yūrei: ghosts of the dead in Japanese mythology. You may not be familiar with that. I took yearly visits there to improve on my wisdom and skills.”

"この世に偶然なんてないわ。あるのは必然だけ。" ((Kono yo ni guuzen nante nai wa. Aru no wa hitsuzen dake." Doctor Mitsui Ogata said. "There is no such thing as coincidence in this world. There is only inevitability.”

“Yes, you taught me that, Sensei. Everything happens for a reason, and events are connected by fate or karma.” The disciple spoke then. “I am forever grateful.”

“Then tell me what I may know but not say." Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked at the disciple.

“I, Ito Matsuke, am thankful to the Sensei for this guidance and teaching. However, I ……”

"Have I learned to be a better man than myself?” Doctor Mitsui Ogata continued his stare at the disciple.

“Yes, 'Oubaitori' (桜梅桃李) (a Japanese concept inspired by the cherry, plum, peach, and apricot trees, reminding that everyone has their own timeline to bloom and should not compare their growth to others). “I have become my own when I left your side.” Ito Matsuke replied. “I saw a new vision for the nation, the people, and for ……"

“And for yourself, Ito.”

“Yes, the Meiji Empire. It needed a new…. Generation to grow.” Ito Matsuke looked at the trees. “The trees here are old, and one day they will need to make way for new growths. Maybe our cherry blossom will be here.”

“There is a reason why the cherry blossom is not grown here, Ito. It is our heritage; as we do not grow as White Ash is to this country, we have our own ash tree. They may not look the same, but they held their own features.”

“Yet, we are here to learn from them treasury functions?” Ito challenged back. “And our mining wealth too?”

“No, we are not. We are sharing our knowledge, and while we learn, they do from us. It is called education," Doctor Mitsui Ogata replied. “As I have spoken, I am here not for the mining but to investigate the deaths of some of our operatives. Namely the rebels who are here. Which is the matter here.”

“My apologies, Sensei.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the other.

“Ito, why was Kataka Sukimora killed?” Doctor Mitsui Ogata's tone was direct. “Be true, my young protégé.”

“He was to tell you about me.” Ito Matsuke replied. “Sukimora…"

“He was sent here to assist you.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata cut in. “He was my…"

“Your informant on us is the Yomi Demons. I knew when he was keen to join us, the Yomi Demons. That is those among those who were from the Oni Society.” Ito Matsuke looked at the man he regarded as his sensei. “You placed another to oversee me when I am the senior. And he was to tell on my involvement with the Yomi demons."

“I knew you were a member of the Yomi Demons. However, Kataka Sukimora was my student and a member of the Oni Society, but he does not report to me.”

“I do not understand, Sensei.” Ito Matsuke was baffled.

“Within the Oni Society, I am seen as a threat to some, for I am the senior. I am the protégé of Lord Age Yomiuri, and we saw this rebellion building up, and I took the opportunity to come here to find the Yomi Demons members here, and yet they found me instead. They had acted after I left Osaka. Lord Age Yomura was dead the day I left Osaka. I am also marked and deemed to be a ronin now.”

“Lord Yomiuri dead? We were not informed.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the news.

“Unimportant now. I was given a task to find the Yomi Demons here by my Lord.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked at the man he regarded as his disciple.

“I understand, Sensei, but let me explain some things that you missed.” Ito Matsuke looked back at the man. “Kataka Sukimora did not know of the bomb that was in the bag. He only knew that he was to bring it there and leave after handling the message.”

“That means I killed the man in anger.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata bowed his head. “Atonement (Shokuzai)……” The concept of taking responsibility for actions is frequently seen in voluntary apologies and public humiliation to make amends. “I will do it after I have done my task.”

“It was I who detonated the bomb set at twenty minutes soon after he was to enter your chamber.” Ito Matsuke looked to his waist pocket. “I told him there was a grappling rope to the chamber below. He was to exit there and from there to the next meeting place. When he reached there, I was to kill him and place the fault on him as a traitor.”

“And I killed the man who was still loyal to the Oni Society.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata sighed. “In war, we cannot contain all the killings.”

“Yes, it is what you told us then.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the sensei. “Why did I have the agents killed, which you did not ask of me? But Sukimora was not sincere. He was working with the Germans against us.”

“In our line of works, we are all expendable. And greed over our loyalty.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata nodded. “As the need for the treasury to accumulate, it does not matter how it can be done.”

“Treasury?” Ito Matsuke asked.

“The nation and sometimes our own. For the nation. The mining option in the Congo was too far for us to exploit. It was a diversion for me to meet Minister Leeson. We were already focusing on Manchuria and the northern lands of China. Why would we exploit something so far away? I came here on my task to check on the rebels.”

“What about Moriarty?” Ito Matsuke asked. “You did not ask.”

“Moriarty, yes…. Tell me there. That was one unsolved riddle. And why Sherlock?”

“Sensei, the man was placed there because of me. I got my informant, who told me that the PM’s office was to send the telegram and place M’s name there. He may think that Moriarty is involved. A diversion there.”

“The fog is lifting, but the trail ahead is still unseen clearly.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata smiled. “Your diversion may be your downfall. Mr. Holmes is a formidable opponent.”

“Anyway, I thank you for telling me of your involvement with Yomi Demons. You hold the right to your cause as I taught you to think independently.”

“I am obligated, Sensei.” Ito Matsuke bowed to the other. “The river stream may make its own flow where the water may flow. Join your flow with mine, Sensei, and offer me your guidance.”

“I am masterless now, Ito Matsuke. I am a ronin, but in my heart, my task for my master remains.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata looked at the trees. “Like the forest, the spirits here are free of their shackles, but they remain here, for this is their obligation. I have mine.”

“Are you to challenge me, Sensei?” Ito Matsuke stepped back holding the bag.

“No, Ito Matsuke. I am unarmed. You may keep your katana in the bag. I now know some of the puzzle pieces. I will find out more on the puzzle pieces. Our duel is delayed.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata turned and walked away.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 19

2026-09-07T10:56:46.775+08:00

19.

After their hefty meal, the trio retired to the armchairs, with Sherlock holding the violin. He was strumming the strings there when Mycroft asked him to stop.

“Be a jolly fellow and play Auld Lang Syne." Mycroft said.

“I was playing Cliffs of Maher. It is in Ireland," Sherlock said. “It is a lovely jig…"

“Was until you played.” Mycroft cut in. “Shall we discuss the case? I just got words from the office that the Greystokes estate was under attack late morning.”

“Any casualties?” Watson asked.

“A couple of assailants of the far eastern origin and one Waziri warrior.” Mycroft read the numbers from his head.

“Oni Society?” Sherlock lowered his violin. “I am……"

“Yes, Oni Society.” Mycroft said. “One of the intruders confessed. He was questioned…. I was told it was by the Waziri warriors. They are efficient in that.”

“Let us piece the puzzle now.” Sherlock cut in. “We have the so-named participants, the Oni Society? Who are they? A syndicate, as in with criminal intent? Let us recap.”

“The Oni Society was mentioned by Doctor Mitsui Ogata when he met us in London. Prior to this, there was no mention of it. I knew of the Oni Society, for they've been around in London for over five years or longer. Like many, they are migrants from the Far East.”

“Doctor Mitsui Ogata is here as a delegate of his government into the functions of the treasury, which in this requirement got Minister Leeson involved, but during the discussion we were diverted to the Oni Society.”

“Let us focus back on the Oni Society. Doctor Mitsui Ogata claimed in his words, "A network of intimidators, including criminal elements that are here to prevent their expansion.” Sherlock looked back into his memories. “The Oni Society was claimed to be managed by a group of influential names, including the military. Since then, they have eliminated over a dozen leaders here and in the Far East and held to their influence over more.”

“They are no different from the Bolsheviks, then.” Mycroft cut in.

“No, Mycroft. The Bolshevik, as a distinct political group, did not formally exist during the 1800s; there were some roots taking place then, but the real roots of the movement were established during the late 19th century through the development of Russian Marxism.” Sherlock corrected the other one. “Please do not look at this with a narrow focus as an anarchist movement."

“You did ask what that has to do with us." Sherlock looked at Mycroft. “Doctor Mitsui Ogata quoted a parable that Fu Manchu may be involved.”

“Fu Manchu is……. Retired. Nayland Smith was reassigned to this case.” Mycroft said.

“A diversion or a red herring here, I am unsure.” Sherlock looked at the other. “However, I have my information. Supernatural was mentioned. They are said to be cannibalistic or savages in their methods. Most Far East organizations I had investigated are that capable. It is in their operation mode. We tend to frown on it, but when has any killing been humane?”

“I asked for their real works from the doctor. He said they wanted colonization as we did, but it was not sanctioned. They are looking at alternatives. And you, Mycroft said we are the best teachers at it.”

“I did?” Mycroft was puzzled.

“I questioned the doctor on the assassins called the ninja. He denied them, as the Oni Society has its own. Then you, Mycroft, referenced the minister as a possible target. Why?”

“There was a reported threat, and it was true.” Mycroft affirmed his action. “The minister was killed by assailants that resembled the ones mentioned by the doctor.”

“That intrigued me. Why the Minister?” Sherlock looked at Mycroft. “Assuming the doctor knew that beforehand, why did he involve the minister in the discussion?”

“And what was the agenda that day?” Treasury functions? Which we did not touch on? Surely, the country needs the expertise of Minister Leeson if they are to create the treasury function.”

“Let us move on," Sherlock then placed his fingers at his forehead. “Minister Brian Lesson was in the exchequer, but his other field was mining.”

Sherlock looked at the fireplace. “He was previously the man who argued for coal price control. He was killed shortly that day.”

“Then the focus went to his aide, Mindy Kewala.” Sherlock continued.

“You did mention Moriarty. Nasty chap to be included.” Watson snapped in. It was Nayland Smith who stepped in.

“My apologies for being late. I was held up by some other matter.” Nayland took the seat next to Mycroft.

“I invited Nayland as he is adding me on the case. He is also familiar with the Far East operatives.” Mycroft looked at Watson. “He was also posted to India once.”

“I believe you were at the sea port.” Sherlock looked at the other.

“Yes, I missed the steamer that Charlie Song was on.” Nayland brushed the stains off this jacket.

“I am sorry you missed it. The train to the sea port is erratic at times. They prioritize the cargo trains to there," Sherlock said. “The sea salt on your jacket and shoes reveal your call.”

“Let us move on.” Sherlock looked at Mycroft. “Leave aside Moriarty. Let us focus on Mindy Kewala. She is the aide to the minister but doing the work of a geologist at best.”

“Why are we hiring geologists to work in the Treasury? An extra lining not reported to the prime minister?"

“Mindy was assisting the minister with my knowledge on the mining rights there in her Congo area. If it were done, it would add to our coffers here.” Mycroft smiled. “I was told of it just today when the staff revealed the works there. And she is not the mistress of the Minister. They work close and why is it so absurd to say that man in power have mistresses. I am without one.”

“We are aware of that," Watson cut in. “And Mindy Kewala took sanctuary with Lord Greystokes. Why?”

“The country home was invaded by persons unknown. The staff there was killed. And the lady was at the village to get supplies. She was informed by her guard, Lieutenant Gavin McLeod and on her advice took her to the Greystokes estate. She is a friend of Lady Greystokes.”

“Naturally.” Mycroft muttered.

“And that was why the Greystokes estate was attacked? Was Ms. Kewala there?” Sherlock asked.

“No, she was not. Not even Lieutenant McLeod knew of her whereabouts. Lord Greystokes was not to tell. He is more stubborn than a baboon.” Mycroft said.

“Yes, baboons are considered extremely stubborn, persistent, and intelligent animals, particularly when searching for food or navigating human-dominated landscapes. John Greystokes told me so. But I am sure your reference to them was John did not like you, and so was the baboon we met as kids in the zoo.” Sherlock looked at his violin. “Memories ran deep inside me.”

“Anyway, I got the report from there. And added to that, I was not afraid of the baboon.” Mycroft corrected Sherlock. “It was the goose who chased after me.”

“I will assume she is not in hiding but running again, or to find what she has not.” Sherlock interjected in. “I meant Mindy Kewala.”

“That left us with Moriarty.” Sherlock looked at Watson. “Your question raised.”

“No, that is now my cue to speak. I was attacked on the train after leaving here. I have no knowledge of the killing, and yet I was targeted.” Watson sounded upset. “Why?”

“That is most intriguing.” Sherlock then looked at Nayland. “I believed you were too.”

“Yes, by old man Fu Manchu’s men, apparently. I was told by the old man that the case was more than met the eyes.” Nayland sighed.

“You sure did not meet his eyes when you eloped.” Mycroft smiled.

“I ……. I shall not discuss that now.” Nayland looked away.

“Okay, we can summarize that our findings are at best still open," Sherlock said. “I can add to that the dead body found in the hotel chamber was not Doctor Mitsui Ogata but one named Kataka Sukimora. He is one of the military attachés to the consulate. His remains were identified by the amulet he wore and the wound on the forearm.”

“Why was he……” Sherlock was interrupted by the arrival of one of his boys. The lad handed over the messages.

“There is something from Collins and Thames. I met them downstairs.” The lad smiled.

“A guinea for you, and one each for Collins and Thames. Be good, boys.” Sherlock looked at the written messages.

“A guinea for delivery? Pardon me, old chap. You are putting the delivery business on top, dry.” Mycroft tossed a protest there.

“Not when I am getting fast-needed messages.” Sherlock said while reading the messages. “Says here a person fitting the description of Kataka Okimura met Doctor Mitsui Ogata at the hotel; they went up together.”

“If that was the person whom you said died in the explosion, then Doctor Mitsui Ogata is alive.” Mycroft called out. “I will get the yard to locate him."

“The other message was Mindy Kewala is with the entourage of warriors headed to Farrington. I assumed she was collecting something or meeting someone.”

"Are you to go to Farrington then?” Watson asked.

“No, I do not think that is needed. Ms. Kewala is in capable hands, and she will return to the Greystokes estate.” Sherlock shook his head and then read the last message.

“One other message was somebody did see a person abseiling from the window of the chamber and enter the chamber below. A few seconds later Doctor Mitsui Ogata’s chamber exploded.”

“I will check on that. The doctor was under my watch.” Nayland stood up. “I will also check on some associates who are familiar with the Japanese.”

“Another message. I believe we are going to have tea soon. Mrs. Hudson is on the way up.” Sherlock picked up his violin. “Cliff of Mahor, anyone keen? I have to think.”

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 18

2026-09-01T10:45:33.249+08:00

18.

In the wild, the chimpanzees are known to catch on to the scent of the predators from afar, and they will warn the others by their callings. It is an instinct built by the primates. Another preference of the chimpanzees is the high elevation to see the predator before it gets nearby.

Lord Greystoke saw the migration of the birds at the forest. It was an unusual event for the Waziri warriors even in their hunt to blend in with the animals there and create less commotion.

“Thirun, take the warriors to the house. I will scout ahead.” Lord Greystokes had stripped to his loincloth over his pelvis and had on the dagger made by him from the bone of the lion. Thirun signalled to the warriors and then grabbed his shield and spear. Lord Greystokes was seen then running towards the forest treelines.

The Lord knew that the trees there had no vines to swing with but improvised with these thick ropes that he strung on the thick branches. He grabbed one of them and propelled himself forward. His momentum allowed him to reach the upper branch, and from there, he then took his run across the branches, familiarizing himself from his daily runs there. He improvised the trails with ropes that are strung across from tree to tree or a fallen log to act as a bridge to cross. He does miss the dark continent jungle, but the forest was equally as challenging.

Lord Greystokes made the run across one hectare in the short burst and then climbed to the top to check his prey, which he saw then at the distance: a group of three dressed in the dark green garbs and wielding the bow with the arrows. He took no delay and intercepted the trio at the clearing.

“Yield now, intruders!" Lord Greystokes called out. The trio stopped in their tracks and then notched the arrow onto the bow.

“I am Lord Greystoke, and on this ground, I am the king. Yield now, and leave.” Lord Greystokes looked at them. He had not seen such warriors, but their body stance displayed their training.

“We come for the lady.” The leader of the trio spoke up. “Give her and we leave.”

It was then Thirun arrived with eight warriors.

“You are outnumbered.” Lord Greystokes cautioned them.

“Outnumbered but not outfoxed." The leader said. Lord Greystokes heard the caution and knew the trap was set for his house. He turned to look at the house. He heard gunshots, and it was then he ran. Thirun knew the concern, but he was to subdue the intruders there.

“Fool!” The trio released their arrows at the Waziri leaders. Thirun had his shield up to block the arrows while his warriors had thrown their arrows at the intruders. One of the intruders went down with the spear piercing his groin, but the other two had drawn their swords, the ninjatō (忍者刀), often referred to as a ninjaken or shinobi gatana. It is characterized by a short, straight katana blade, distinguishing it from the curved samurai katana and a square guard (tsuba), typically designed for concealment, utility, and close-quarters combat.

The one on the left charged at the Waziri’s warriors with the sword held at the mid-level on the left side to perform a right swing at the warriors. Orunga, the warrior, stepped up to meet the intruder and used his shield on his left arm to deflect the sword while his right hand, holding a foot-long rungu, swung from the side and impacted the intruder on the left shoulder. The intruder fell to the right, and Orunga followed up with the blow with the rungu at the right knee. That blow impaired the intruder from escaping.

The other intruder retreated while the Waziri warriors gathered around the fallen one.

Meanwhile at the house, Kimbel had gathered the warriors at the house facing the five intruders dressed in green garb.

“No one gets past us," Kimbel cautioned the intruder. He then saw the intruders had produced guns to level at the warriors: Colt revolvers. Their shields may not stop all the projectiles, but they will stand to defend their bwana’s lady.

"A true warrior is invincible because he or she contests with nothing. Defeat means to defeat the mind of contention." Kimbel reminded the warriors of Mugumbi’s words, who was their departed leader.

Two shots rang out, and Kimbel was shot in the left side of the chest and right shin. He went down on his knees with the shield holding him up. It was then more shots rang out, not from the intruders but from the house.

“Never bring a revolver to the play when you have a rifle.” The five shots rang out in succession, and the intruders were brought down face up to the rear. Kimbel turned and saw the ladies of the house had formed a firing line at the left. They lowered the rifles and then attended to the lady.

“Have not felt that kick for a long time.” Lady Greystokes gave her rifle to the other ladies. “Thank you for the double shot too, Imani.”

“I like the long barrel.” Imani, the lady of the house, smiled. She was a fine marksman with the Sharps rifle.

Lady Greystokes was helped to the nearby seat. She saw the lover of hers running like an antelope across the field.

“Tend to Kimbel. Bring the healer.” Lady Greystokes told the ladies. “I will be fine.”

“Jane, are you okay?” Lord Greystokes reached her.

“We should go back to Africa. It is safer there.” Lady Greystokes smiled.

It did not take long for the Waziri’s warriors to get the surviving intruder to speak the truth. Lieutenant Gavin McLeod had joined in when he was told of the gunshots. The healer was called in and treated Kimbel.

“He said the sensei sent them. They were to find Ms. Kewala and bring her back.”

“Who is the……. Sensei?” Lord Greystokes asked.

“Their bwana, the master. He……" Thirun explained.

“Name?” Lord Greystokes asked.

“Ogata.”

“I need to tell Mycroft.” Lieutenant McLeod said and then asked. “Where is Mindy?”

“Ms. Kewala is safe. She is away.” Lord Greystoke looked at the Lieutenant. “Are you close to her?”

“We ……. I have been assigned to her ever since she landed in London. I am her personal aide.” Lieutenant Gavin McLeod then turned to leave. “Sir, may I know where she is?”

Back in the proper London city, to be exact, at Baker Street, Watson had just washed his hands again after his tasks at the mortuary. He stepped up to the late lunch spread at the table, where Sherlock was seated.

“Bacons and eggs? I am sure Mrs. Hudson does not serve that for lunch even though we are late at it.” Watson sat down.

“I asked for it, Watson. After our fascinating conversation about bacon tests, I had a sudden craving for it.” Sherlock used his fork to punch holes at the bacon. “Bacon is primarily made from pork belly or back cuts, cured with a mixture of salt, sugar, and nitrites, and often smoked for flavour. It consists of roughly fifty-six percent fat, which renders during cooking, along with lean muscle meat, creating a crispy texture. It is a processed, salty meat preserved for longevity.”

“And it originated from China. I was told that from my butcher whose father and his father before then told him from his grandfather then……" Watson looked at the serving.

“Elementary, my dear Watson. The news of such is derived from their past generations, but who cares? We are to eat bacon now.” Sherlock’s eyes perked up. “Mycroft is here.”

“Hello, everyone. I am back. Is that bacon? The greasy strips? I loved them.” Mycroft took himself a seat and the plate. “Not eating, Watson?”

“Not anymore. I will have a sandwich instead.” Watson stood up.

“And you will make Earl of Sandwich proud of you.” Mycroft grabbed a slice of the bacon and stuffed it into his mouth. “Do tell Mrs. Hudson, I would like one sandwich too. Cheerio, lad. We are to have the whole afternoon to ourselves.”

“Spare me the details.” Watson turned to leave and then stopped. “Will the sandwiches come with the playing cards? The Earl then had his while playing cards.”

“Poker? It is a new game I heard played on the steamships on the Mississippi.” Mycroft smiled. “Beats the game while (prelude to bridge) anytime.”

Watson was past listening and went to look for Mrs. Hudson.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 17

2026-09-01T10:44:53.264+08:00

17.

“Ah, you're drunk!

You're drunk, you silly old fool.

Still, you cannot see.

That's a lovely scarf that my mother sent to me.

Well, it's been many a day I've travelled—a hundred miles or more.

But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before."

Adapted from Seven Drunken Nights – The Dubliners, 1770s.

“Aye, I am that fool. Aging may do that to one.” Professor Moriarty sat behind his desk, holding the glass of Irish whiskey, a spirit distilled in Ireland from a mash of cereal grains, usually barley, corn, wheat, rye, and/or oats; contains no additives except for water and caramel color; and is stored in wooden casks.

“I am not Irish, though my name is.” The professor was drunk, having spent hours at the unresolved equations and one too many bottles of whiskey. He was upset and withdrawn. He sang that song to remind him of his father, who came home one night to find another man with his mother.

“A Dhia, cé hiad na daoine atá ar mo leaba? (By golly, why are you on my bedding?) " The old man had asked while in his drunken stupor. It did not take long for the other to leave in haste, and the couple was in a heated argument.

“Tá mé chun an fear sin a mharú" (I am going to kill that man). The father is in his rage shouted.

“A Edward Galley, ná déan tada de sin, agus fág do chlann gan athair. Edward Galley, do nothing of that, and leave your children without a father. "The wife told the drunken fool.

“An mise a n-athair? Ní dóigh liom é sin tar éis an lae inniu. (Am I their father? I do not think so after today.)”

Two days later they found Nathaniel Moriarty dead in the pigsty at the next village. And the ramrod in the throat.

Such a sad way for that Paddie to die with the ramrod in his throat. I reckon I much prefer mine to be the Guinness bottle down mine … full content, please. The solemn saying at the pubs, and Edward Galley went missing and never was seen.

As for James Moriarty, as he was named James Galley Moriarty then, he was sent to a boarding school in Paris, France. It was unplanned for the middle-class family, but an unforeseen inheritance from a distant aunt gave the mother the means to send the boy away.

“You go on to become an ‘uasal’ (gentleman in Irish Gaelic). Déan go maith agus mair go maith (Do well and live well.)” The lad was told before he boarded the train to the coast.

James Galley Moriarty then had his name changed to James Moriarty, and he was senior in age there, pulling the difference of age of five from the other students. He focused on the studies and found his affinity for the complex mathematical equations.

Life was not easy there for James; he was picked on for his age, and the boys ganged up on him. He was older but not stronger, but he had a friend there named Sebastian Moran. The latter was his protector, and soon he was not harassed any more. The two boys became good friends, and later Sebastian went to Sandhurst to be a soldier, and James went to Glasgow for more education. He was considering majoring in medicine but stayed on as a student of mathematics.

It was then he heard of the passing of his mother, but his family trust was enough for him to continue. He pursued his desire to know his mother’s side and found them.

“The Moriarty is a landowner in your old country. They leased the land to the locals, who will pay them rental.”

In the 1800s, Irish land rental was characterized by a landlord-tenant system, where a small number of (often absentee) landlords owned most land, leasing it to tenants on short terms or "at will." Rents were high and frequently increased, leading to insecurity and poverty, particularly pre-famine, and were often managed by middlemen.

“Your mother was a wild lass who eloped with your father and was disowned by the family. However, her trust fund was maintained by her aunt, who, however, paid for your education.” The solicitor who was hired by James told him.

“Even upon your mother’s death, they will not accept her back. You are Irish and not blue blood like them.”

That last remark was etched onto James’s mind, but he returned to pursue his studies. He got himself a position as an assistant lecturer there and was fair to living on his own. It was to be a good life until he met Tommy Meager, a fellow young Irish lad who was his student then. Tommy was a member of Young Ireland, which was aggressive toward the English ruling over. Ireland was also still reeling from the impact of the Great Famine.

The British government's reaction had been too little and too late to prevent the Irish people from suffering great hardship. This delayed reaction was criticized by Irish officials, to little avail.

Tommy died later that year in a battle with the authorities.

James Moriarty was then enraged with the handling of the ruling. He felt injustice was done and got himself into the meetings with the rebels. He was still a mathematician and weighed the variables to produce the equation, and none of it then was conclusive, except to fail to manage the variables. He then retired to the background and did his own scheme of things.

James Moriarty knew that he was not a strong leader physically, but his intellectual skills were exceptional. He worked with some of the rebels, applying his variables to get them to work for his end. He found the relationship among the members was leaning towards rivalry. It was the winner-takes-all. He worked on that and became the kingmaker of the rebels. He manipulated their mindsets, applying variables that would lead them to his equation. His influence grew, and eventually, he was the leader among them, but unseen or unrevealed.

It was then he wrote the binomial theorem; the purpose of the binomial theorem is to be able to take a binomial, which means a parenthesis with two terms on the inside, and raise it to a power.

And applied it.

James Moriarty moved to London to expand his works. He felt that the epicentre of power was there. He worked his way through the echelon of powers, from the lowly clerk to the executives, by coercion or monetary gains, and soon established a network of operatives.

With the wider circle of operatives, there were other opponents who took offense to him. James Moriarty, or later named Doctor Moriarty, was then targeted, and attempts were made on him discreetly, and cases were closed without investigation. The latter was on his request, as he was not keen to be known. Despite his life being threatened and the need for an unseen profile, Doctor Moriarty did not leave any variables out in his vengeance equation.

It was then he had the protection of one named Sebastian Moran, a colonel by rank, retired on his own accord, according to the records. Sebastian emerged as the man who took care of Doctor Moriarty’s well-being, and his efficiency was undeniably excellent.

“Sebastian Moran, you are the exemplary variable I will apply to my safety equation. I shall offer you the rank of Chief of Staff.” Doctor Moriarty praised the other. “Be at my side, and we will do wonders.”

His love for his land and country was always there in his heart and mind. He works his influence on the politicians and sponsors for the land.

“The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune." Professor Moriarty raised his glass to the banner strung across the fireplace. He saw the arrival of Sebastian Moran, a rarity to his study, for they agreed on discretion in their alliance.

“I got news the doctor Mitsui Ogata may not be dead. Coroner’s office. There was another person in the chamber.” Sebastian stood at the far corner, dimly lighted and his back to the wall. “More to that, the Oni Society is on alert. They had discovered the whereabouts of Mindy Kewala. She was seen at Greystoke's estate.”

“Interesting.” Professor Moriarty looked to the wad of notes on his desk. “I am intrigued by the Oni Society. They had not been here too long ago, like the Chinese triads, but they had been growing.”

“We are growing in China, along with the others.” Colonel Sebastian Moran was not an avid historian; except for a stint in India as an officer, he cared little for other nations.

“True, but without guarding our own backyard, others are here. England, for one, is becoming a cosmopolitan, particularly London, profoundly cosmopolitan, diverse space, challenging the traditional image of a purely homogeneous Victorian society. England had attracted individuals from Europe, the Indian subcontinent, Africa, and East Asia, creating a bustling mix of cultures in urban centres," Professor Moriarty said.

“We dredged them here through the canals, and now they flood our streets. Oh my, dreadful in my view.”

“The Oni Society?” Sebastian asked.

“It is obvious. They are here to expand their influence. Their government wants to modernize their treasury; hence, they are here to learn from us. They could be in Germany for industrialization needs.” Professor Moriarty looked at the banner strung across the fireplace. “They are learning from us while we degenerate into oblivion. They learned that mining is a form of richness, and what better place to get it than from the unexplored lands?"

“We did it too. We forcibly open its markets, exploit its economic resources, and correct a trade imbalance favouring China. We used opium smuggling to reverse a massive silver deficit, resulting in the Opium Wars.” Professor Moriarty drew the variables together.

“As Ireland was done then, we worked our farms for them.”

“I placed in a set of variables, which may add deviations to the equation. I had not killed the three operatives. Not stating my claim to the reign. I opened a new set of variables when I found out that they may not be operating under the Oni Society’s instructions. That brought in the doctor to my backyard. The question was who acted on those three operatives to do the tasks. I am sure the doctor will be investigating that now.”

“And soon to be, Holmes.”

“There were attempts on Holmes and Watson on that day.” Colonel Sebastian Moran reported in.

"On whose orders? The Oni Society or someone else? And why?” Professor Moriarty laid his hands on the wad of notes. “Unfactored in variables perhaps? I cannot wait. Get the operatives to find out more. Who planted the bomb at the hotel? And where…… Just get solutions."

Tweet .......Odyssey ...

2026-08-24T12:05:08.809+08:00

Preys and Predators VIII

Odysseus the new Odyssey

An adaption of Odysseus / The Tempest

A mix-match of tale into one long tale

Period time place: Steampunk/ Mystical / Fable

First part of the journey

14^th June 2026

Jimmy Loong

“Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.”
― Homer, The Odyssey

An odyssey is a long, adventurous journey or a series of experiences that profoundly change a person. The term comes from the ancient Greek epic poem The Odyssey by Homer, which recounts the perilous 10-year voyage of the hero Odysseus returning home from the Trojan War.

“I am not retelling the tale, but adapting it to a new journey.” Jimmy Loong 27^th July 2026

“Done Part 1, and it’s only at 50K words, and the journey was only three, to the full journey of twelve by Odysseus in the Odyssey.” Jimmy Loomng 30^th July 2026.

“Today is Aug 20^th, and I am at Chapter 40 (67K words) and it has been a journey of sorts. Odysseus journey held 12 challenges (more like Hercules 12 tasks), and I am now at the 5^th challenge. It can be considered not my usual pace but I had other works which took priority but I am back.” Jimmy Loong 20^th August 2026.

I am at 71K words now.....

Just to let you know what I have been doing........

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 16

2026-08-24T12:02:56.420+08:00

16.

Nayland had the cold pack on the jaw. He was seated on the armchair in the chamber of one named Mycroft Holmes.

“The local constabulary found you on the sidewalk and alerted the police van.” Mycroft spoke from behind the desk. “The local precinct was to toss you into the cells when one of our boys recognized you and had you transported here.”

“In a police van?” The van and then horse-drawn vehicles were used by the Metropolitan Police to transport prisoners from local police stations to courts or prisons.

“Well, it was free.” Mycroft replied. “Did you not get any wagons in China for that?”

“In China, it will be a wooden cart, and cuffed to the side of it and humiliated in a parade on the streets.”

"Brutal…" Mycroft let off a chuckle.

“It was, but it worked well.” Nayland rubbed the cold pack on the jaw. “Did they find the body there?”

“The hotel? I think so, but right now Sherlock is there to investigate. Bloody good task you did with yourself?”

“I was told to observe him. I did, and he was probably enjoying his whiskey in the hotel while I was soaking wet in the rain and getting socked by…" Nayland bit his lips then.

“By whom, Nayland? I read your reports. You could fight off four men armed with deadly weapons. So, who socked you that bad?”

Fu Manchu…. His henchmen did it. It was a bloody lucky punch, and I fell.” Nayland spat out the indignation he had undergone.

“Fu… your father-in-law did that. Why golly, I would be too. You are sleeping with his daughter and not taking the vow. I would have done the same.” Mycroft looked up with a smile. “Fatherhood lends you that strength.”

“Screw you, Mycroft. You've done your list of ladies, and have you taken any matri-oh-molly commitments yet?”

“I have no Molly yet. Maybe a Nelly once or twice. And above it all, I have not a father of the ladies who could summon the evil to best me in a fistfight. Or shoot me with a shotgun yet.” Mycroft smiled. “You are……"

“I am spiritual but have no commitment to any denomination.” Nayland sneered at Mycroft. “I believe in a higher call.”

“Laissez faire.” Mycroft smiled. “Me too. Well, back to us. Oldman Fu is not a threat here. He was at Dover and boarded a ship to Liverpool. However, the Oni Society is the one threat we have to handle. Sherlock is at the hotel, and we will know more soon. In the meantime, you are to return home and rest …. Presumably without getting clobbered again.”

“I need to find Old Man Fu.” Nayland struggled to get up. “I need to find Charlie.”

“Last reported, Charlie Song was in EastEnders, but he asked for permission to return home to Hertfordshire.” Mycroft told Nayland.

At that moment, Charlie Song sat in the armchair of his home, with his wife and mother by his side. He was facing a man with bad intents.

“Mr. Soong, I can assure you that the East Enders have little or nothing on the Oni Society.” The man seated across from him held a cleaver in his right hand. “We are an honorable organization, and our trade is the goods we shipped in. You could say we've gone legit in our trade.”

“Cheng, you are in my home. That are rules of engagement.” Charlie Song glared at the man. “I can find you.”

“You could, but you are mistaken. I am told to protect you from the Oni Society. The emperor left strict orders to protect you and your sons. He does not want Nayland’s friends to get hurt.” Cheng leaned back on the seat. “It is a tall order given our rivalry, but I must obey. All that is needed was that you stay away from the Oni Society.”

“Why?” Charlie Song asked.

“This is not our war. This is between them, and we will just get in the way. Meddlesome without a reason ails our strength.” Cheng stood up. “Tell your leaders that you are to take a holiday to America. It is lovely there at this time of the year, courtesy of the emperor. He values you well.”

Professor Moriarty was not at his best that day. He had concluded a lecture and found it more agitating than educational, for the questions raised by him were given baffled expressions by the attendees. He dismissed them all early and walked back to his study chamber. He could make out the twin guards assigned by Colonel Sebastian Moran for his safety and the groundkeeper who was standing guard at the carnation flower bed by the building. He knew that the Colonel had his safety as a concern, but he was contemplating why the Oni Society was activated then.

The Oni Society had been in London some years; the Japanese Embassy to Europe arrived in 1862, and the first batch of students studied at University College London, arriving in 1863. Mitsui & Co. soon established its London office, and no fewer than two hundred Japanese residents registered in Britain. The professor knew all of this from his network of informers and had been monitoring certain persons of interest since then.

The killing incident, murder as stated by the authorities, is a norm for them to classify any gruesome death as such, but to the professor, a kill is still a kill, depending on the expediency of the act. Three persons were killed by means that suggested a foreigner’s act; the head was removed with a sharp sword and unsanctioned by his network, and worse to his affirmation, two of them were his informants, which costs him to replace.

The professor also knew that Sherlock Holmes was alerted to him by the prime minister's office. That baffled him, as at that stage, he was not keen on the case, but he did take vengeance killing, mindful use of the meaning on the loss of any operative. The method of killing was beheading and demeaning to his network. He had the killers found; it was not an easy trail, but he snared them and had them killed, with the body disposed of at the pig farm.

Doctor Mitsui Ogata was not aware of the missing operatives and, from his words, seems to think they are missing. His proclamation of their demise triggered a reaction from the doctor, and then the doctor got himself into an explosive act.

“So many variables……” Professor Moriarty had his head down while he walked. “But Holmes…"

Holmes was another variable. He had known Holmes, but there was no call to include Holmes. Why was Holmes called in? The professor knew that Holmes was hardly involved in international cases unless invited. His expression was drawn to the copy of the note he got from his informer.

The professor had prior knowledge that Doctor Mitsui Ogata was to meet Minister Leeson, and the agenda was the study of the central banking needs. Mycroft was there as an international liaison as expected, but the topic was diverted to the Oni Society.

Nothing was said by whom, and when was the topic changed? It did not do much good when the minister was killed hours later.

That leaves only two others to look at: Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Mitsui Ogata. He had met the doctor and learned nothing at all.

“Tell me, Holmes. What do you know?” The professor muttered to himself when he reached for the door to his study.

Meanwhile, at the mortuary, Doctor John Watson stepped away from the table and then removed his glove.

“It was not until this century that the performance of autopsies was the norm for any criminal victim. It was a part of the regulated practices of established medical examiners and coroners, with the origin pioneered by Karl Rokitansky of Vienna and later refined by Rudolf Ludwig Karl Virchow, who used microscopy to examine each organ carefully.”

“I am well informed on that, Watson. Elementary lessons to me. In my early days of my studies in biology, I was already applying causes of abrasions and wounds for my victim physiology studies.” Sherlock Holmes stared at the burnt body, which was dissected in parts. “I also did chemical…"

“I know. You told me you flogged a dead pig to see the scars.” Doctor John Watson was then writing his report. “I was out of bacon for a few weeks.”

“There was a fight there. And Kataka Sukimora was injured. The fatal blow was on the forehead. A blow that only certain masters are capable of."

“And added to your conclusion, I deduced that the wound you mentioned at the forearm was a fracture, not recent though. The fire did not scorch that part of the body, for it was underneath the chest and was shielded by the main fire.” Doctor John Watson looked at Sherlock.

“Elementary, my dear Sherlock.”

“And I examined the omamori found at the scene. It is identical to the one worn by Sukimora.” Sherlock held up the partially burnt amulet. “It must have slipped off, and then the fire burned the string, and it fell in between the armpits there.”

“Elementary, my dear Watson.” Sherlock looked away. “But where is Ogata?”

“Presumably dead, but they never do so, do they, Holmes?” Watson looked at Sherlock. “Are we in a hurry to get them dead?”

Nayland had then rushed to the port but was late to see the streamer leaving the quay. The steamer was on the journey to New York. And Charlie Song was on it.

“Sir, are you Nayland Smith?” A scruffy lad approached Nayland. “I got a note here for you. He said you will pay me a shilling for it.”

Nayland paid and took the note and read it.

“Nayland, my good friend. I am going to New York to meet family members there. I am offered a position with the New York Police Department as an inspector. I will be there for a while. My regards to you and your lover. Life is too short to not take it seriously. Take care. My sons await me there.”

Nayland knew the message given to him. He knew Charlie had a job opening in New York and was to leave for there soon after he cleared the case here in London. When he read the reference to his lover, he knew that Charlie was referring to the old man, Fu Manchu. Life was short, a warning to him that he could be in danger.

“Go with peace, Charlie. Take care of your sons.” Charlie’s main concern was his family, and he needed to be with them. There was a breaking point for anyone, and that was Charlie’s.

“Fu Manchu, I will get you.” Nayland was upset.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 15

2026-08-24T12:02:24.679+08:00

15.

“My gosh, the doctor was in the fire explosion at the hotel chamber.” Mycroft gasped out then while seated at Sherlock’s unit. They were served tea, despite the lunch hour chiming then. Watson had picked up the noon papers and saw the headline. He handed it to Sherlock, but Mycroft grabbed it then.

“A sorry way to die there.” Mycroft took a sip of the tea. Mrs. Hudson saw the three of them marching up the stairs and turned to boil the pot.

“I thought we were to be arrested for suspicion of murder.” Watson sat down and nursed his cup of tea.

“Melodramatic by the Yard there. That got the military to rise up to do their bidding.” Mycroft cut in. “I will say by tea time, they will send an apology note to me for that … arrest notice.”

Sherlock did not partake in the discussion while reading the article on the fire.

“I have seen men, including friends, who died in the war, not necessarily shot but also set on fire.” Watson looked at Mycroft. “Innocents too, for being friendly towards us.”

“Killing is ever imaginative in the works.” Sherlock lowered the newspaper. “It is rare for anyone to be bombed, though. Fire had killed many, but those were unintentional or arson by nature if that was intentional.”

“I wondered what explosive was used there.” Sherlock took on his thinking expression.

“Gas could be one. London homes have gas lighting, and its adoption in cooking and heating, however, has consequences if mishandled.” Mycroft explained and then changed the topic. “Do you think Mrs. Hudson could serve us lunch?”

“I am sure she would… bangers and scrambled eggs, if my smell does not evade my deductions.” Watson looked at Sherlock, who was in deep thoughts. He knew that man would skip his meals when he was in that mood. And if he was back on his opioids, then lack of appetite was a symptom.

“By the way, Watson. Have any of your wives complained about the corsets?” Mycroft's tendency to swing topics of discussion tends to blindside Watson most times.

“I… I do not discuss that… with my wives… or lovers. They tend to … come prepared for me anyway.”

“Oh! No encumbrances there. I get it. I wished one day someone would acknowledge the need for it, or at least design something less complicated to detach. Like a single latch on it. Like the door lock.” Mycroft smiled. “We have buttons on our pants to ease our discomfort, you know.”

“I never thought of that, Mycroft. You are becoming excellent in your thinking. Something the Holmes have, perhaps.” Watson was sneering at the buildup of the Holmeses.

“Doctor Watson, you are……" Mycroft was cut off.

“Watson, we need to get to the hotel now.” Sherlock stood up. “We need to know who died and how the explosion happened there."

“What? Now?” Mycroft looked at his brother. “I was waiting for my bangers and…"

“Game afloat, Watson.” Sherlock grabbed his coat and was leaving then. They boarded a carriage at the doorway and were seen off by the housekeeper opposite. She took her apron and took to the street outside. She reached the left corner and spoke to the newspaper lad there.

The latter mounted the penny-farthings, or "ordinaries," and took off down the street following the carriage. The lady walked back to her house and met Mrs. Hudson at the doorway.

“Care to join me for lunch, Alice? The men took off as I was finishing the spread.”

“Sure, Martha. I have not started on mine yet.” The lady smiled. “I have been busy doing…"“Housework is never easy.” Mrs. Hudson smiled. “I have mine too. And two men who never appreciate it. All they were concerned with was our corset bindings.”

“Is it? Jimmy never did. He was a lock… a stringer of the strings there.” Alice smiled. “Lunch now?"

Sherlock got permission to view the chamber at the hotel. It was blackened by the fire, and the body was still there.

“The Foreign Office does not want the body moved until we have a conclusion.” Mycroft explained.

“I doubt it will move anywhere.” Watson crouched down to examine the body. “The flesh is… literally burned off by the fire. I could make out the mandible is dislocated…probably from a powerful blow.”

“A fight, Doctor?” Mycroft asked. “Why was the coroner not stating that in the report?”

“The coroner is not here. Your office asked that no one move the body.” Doctor John Watson used his pencil to move the burnt tissue. “I can see the thorax had trauma wounds. The sternum shown fractures are attributed to some powerful blows. Seen that from a horseman who crashed into the trees.”

“Gyaku Zaki," or front punch with the left leg to add the power to the punch: Sherlock was standing nearby looking at the window. Mycroft was stunned that his brother learned that move.

“Baritsu is a form of fighting, not as popular as boxing, but there are small clubs for it. I am an exponent of it, and among the techniques we learned are Japanese arts, which include karate.” Sherlock did not look up but continue his examination of the window.

“Someone scaled down from this chamber.” Sherlock leaned out to look towards the upper levels. “We are on the third level, and there are five levels to this building. “Grappling hook marks on windows are often caused by firemen, such as bars and hooks, to gain entry. But there was no such procedure here. The manager told me that the firemen came in from the corridor.”

“Therefore, it may be seen that the marks here, left behind, were of an emergency descent.” Sherlock looked down. “The hook is still here.”

“Yet no one looked up?” Watson asked. “Down?”

“At that hour, it was raining. London does hold its share of rains, and most people will be looking down instead of up," Sherlock continued his observation. “I doubt the preparator went down to the ground. The figure scaled down to the chamber below, perhaps.”

“Then we must check there.” Mycroft was rushing off to the stairs.

“That must be the housekeeping room. I studied the designs of the hotels in London as part of my research.” Sherlock spoke to Watson. “Whoever it was had absconded by now.”

“How many housekeepers are there in this hotel?” Watson asked. “Twenty-six perhaps.”

“Twenty-six are the number of bones in the foot. These bones are organized into three main regions: seven tarsal bones, including the heel and ankle; five metatarsal bones; and fourteen phalanges in the toes.” Sherlock looked at Watson. “Why do you ask?”

“This body has fractures at the tarsal, to be exact, at the ankle.” Watson motioned to the right heel. “It was twisted and the fractures were created.”

“Either he fractured it here during a fight, or ……" Sherlock frowned, his expression.

“Most probably. The fractures looked recent.” Watson leaned to examine it more.

“The Achilles lock, or ashi-hishigi in Japanese Judo, is an effective submission used to control and tap an opponent.” Sherlock stepped over. “I once learned that technique from another master: a Brazilian move called the 'botinha' in Portuguese.”

“Are we not considering the injuries from the Japanese moves?” Watson looked at the other.

“It can be obvious for the body may be Japanese, and so was the attacker," Sherlock added. “The victim wore an amulet, partially destroyed, that resembled an omamori. I met a military attaché from the Japanese consulate here in London who once shared with me the one he wore. He was named Kataka Sukimora. He has a ……"

“Does he have a broken fracture on his left forearm?” Sherlock asked. Watson examined the area referred to by Sherlock.

“Looks like one here, or a recent break, and partially healed. I can feel the bump there.” Watson reached down to feel the forearm. “I will know more if an autopsy was performed.”

“This could be Kataka. We spar then, and in my zealous move, I hit his left forearm with the bokken.” Sherlock stood up. “Why was he here in the chamber?”

“Doctor Mitsui Ogata is an emissary and they may have a meeting then.” Watson replied.

“And where is Doctor Mitsui Ogata’s body?” Sherlock asked for the emissary.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 14

2026-08-24T12:01:33.307+08:00

14.

Meanwhile, back in the city, another commotion was taking place.

“Colonel Sebastian Moran, I want this investigated.” Professor Moriarty was fuming with rage. “I do not like unknown variables in the equation.”

The Navier-Stokes equations, which describe the motion of fluid substances used in physics, the mathematical "existence and smoothness" problem …… proving that solutions always exist in three dimensions without breaking down…. Has yet to be resolved and shall remain so.”

“This event of recent… or recent events…. It is a confounded nuisance to me. I cannot fathom what is happening. Like the equation, there may be more than two dimensions to the event.” Professor Moriarty was raging mad then. “Do something before I get… annoyed.”

“Professor, I can assure you the army of ours is hard at work here.” Colonel Sebastian Moran looked at the man he regarded as his superior officer. The retired military officer was dressed in the dark three-piece suit and sported a bowler hat and was leaning on the walking cane. He sported a thin moustache on his upper lip.

“Relate to me the events … not just that explosion event, please.” Professor Moriarty looked at the man whom he considered his successor.

“Doctor Mitsui Ogata was seen entering his hotel soon after the meeting. The valet confirmed that he was in his hotel chamber. It was near midnight, an explosion was heard, and then fire broke out in that chamber. They tried to put out the fire, but it was so intense that they had to wait for the Metropolitan Fire Brigade. The fire was put out at four am, and an hour after that, they discovered the charred body, believed to be the doctor.”

“Explosion, and fire, and a charred body? Any others owned the attack? The local East Enders?”

“None, Professor. Not yet anyway. We had the place watched from the outside and the inside. The doctor did not order any supper that evening.” Colonel Sebastian Moran stood there.

“Your instruction was explicit; we observed and adhered to it.” Colonel Sebastian Moran was a man who heeds his orders.

“Holmes?”

“They left their unit in the morning with Mycroft Holmes headed to the south of the city.” Colonel Sebastian Moran reported.

“The lady observed them leaving at mid-morning; I doubt there was any mention of the fire in the papers.”

The lady in the service of the professor was the housekeeper opposite the house owned by Mrs. Hudson.

“The telegram sent last evening?” Professor Moriarty reached for the message. “By the doctor.”

“Here, Professor.” Colonel Sebastian Moran handed the paper over.

“Crane here. Falcon nearby. Planning.” Professor Moriarty read the message. “I wondered… I should expect this. The Oni Society will act on this message. And assuming Doctor Mitsui Ogata died in the fire, there will be repercussions in the city. The three disciples of his were killed by someone, which we are unsure of, and the mining reports, which could be the tip of the iceberg here.”

“Unfactored in variables makes the problem an open equation.” Professor Moriarty does not like surprises in the city of his. “Investigate on and watch Holmes. I am sure he will be returning to the city soon.”

At the Greystokes estate, Lord Greystokes watched the group take to the edge of the forest at the estate. Thirun was thorough in sending scouts out around the estate. The number of Waziri warriors was about thirty in number, with another twenty in supporting roles. It is a small village, with the males’ forming sixty percent of the group. The ladies are not without fighting skills; the Waziri ladies are trained to hunt and kill from an early age like the males. The village was constructed by the forest to allow them a way of life like their homeland.

“Big Bwana, the scouts saw the intruders at the boundary, but they are not inside the estate.” Thirun stood next to the Lord Greystokes.

“Soldiers?” Lord Greystokes asked.

“Yes, and some that look like poachers, but they are watching the estate, more at the roads, and one was spotted in the forest. That was taken care of by Imoak, who played the dik-dik (a small antelope found in the dark continent) on the intruder and got the intruder caught in the trap set. That intruder will not be running on the left foot for some time.”

“The intruder left?” Lord Greystokes asked.

“Yes, he was seen limping off.”

“How did he look?"

“Small figure and dressed in black, carrying a short sword.”

Lord Greystokes did not say anything but watched the group of Waziri leaving through the forest paths. The two ladies were dressed in simple frocks, and their hair was braided; they each held a basket on the top of the head. The men were dressed similarly, but they held the spear in their right hand, and the rungu, an African warfare club, hung from the waist belt.

The Rungu is in length with a long narrow shaft for a handle and heavy knob or ball at the end in the manner of other indigenous cudgels such as the Irish shillelagh.

“Kimbel is a great warrior, Bwana. He will protect the lady.” Thirun saw the concern on the lord then.

“I also have placed four of our warriors at the house, two of the ladies assisting the lady at the house, and two groups of three warriors patrol the boundary. No one will get in unannounced.”

“I trust you, Thirun. Stay strong, my brother.” Lord Greystokes walked back to the house.

Meanwhile, Nayland Smith was standing outside the hotel. The rain had just stopped, but the people were still running for cover. It was not the Astor House at Shanghai, but he was staying there with Fa Loh Shue for a week. She paid the bill then. He felt angry that someone had bombed the hotel chamber. It was also that Doctor Mitsui Ogata was attacked under his watch. He had sent Charlie Song to check on the East Enders for any clues.

“Spare a thought for your soul, son.” The old man with the bent back in the frock and the covered hood stood next to Nayland.

“Please ignore my ignorance, Father. I am spiritual but not of any denomination.” Nayland kept his view on the hotel.

“I am glad, son in law. My daughter held the same belief after she met you. Perhaps love has a way of turning their faith.” Nayland heard the man and looked over.

“Fu…" Nayland was startled.

“Father will suffice.” The old man smiled from beneath the hood. “Please do not react. My men are… murderous when it comes to my safety.”

Nayland saw the three figures standing nearby, burly-looking and holding wicked intentions; God will deny them sanctuary should they act.

“You cannot get away……” Nayland looked at the older man.

“Run away? I am not. I am on a holiday to look for you.” The older man said. “Well, I lied. I was looking for my daughter, but she is away. She used to stay here. She may know I am coming and left.”

“Lo Shue is away. She……" Nayland looked over the old man’s shoulder for any help he could call on.

“Apart means the hope of mine to hold my grandchildren is still not there.” The older man sighed. “However, do try harder. And I am here to tell you that the Oni Society is more than you think.”

“Are you involved in the…" Nayland was to ask.

“Am I in China now? I am an old man here. For Chinatown, I will say Limehouse holds potential, but I will stake my bet on Pitt Street at Liverpool. It is booming.” The older man smiled. “And just for your curiosity, the Japanese may not be dead. He may rise from the ashes like the phoenix.”

“I must…" Nayland hesitated to act then.

“Do not be, my son. I am to go now, and I'll be seeing you. I may go back to China, where my old bones belong.” The older man turned to walk away, and before Nayland could act, he was knocked down by a passing burly man who shouldered him to the sidewalk. Another crouched down and threw the punch to his face. Nayland was knocked out by then and the coat thrown over his face. A cart offering fish and chips rolled up to the fallen man and set up business, thus covering Nayland from the passing traffic.

“Fish and chips here. Get a portion for seven pence. My father is not well today, so spare the younger me a thought.” The lad holding the stall there called in a scouser accent.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 13

2026-08-17T13:41:27.973+08:00

13.

“The professor remains hubristic to his role.” Sherlock, seated in the carriage, fingered his deerstalker hat while his pipe was stashed away in the side pocket of his coat. He was facing Doctor John Watson, and Mycroft was seated there. They were on the way to Lord Greystoke's estate.

“An observation of yours?” Doctor John Watson looked at the man; she had shared some adventures. “You were never……"

“Owning up to the foe I admired. Professor Moriarty is an absolute genius. He commanded a huge empire of villains and scoundrels, including nobles and perhaps royalty.” Sherlock saw the expression on Mycroft, but he continued.

“No one is above the reaches of the Professor, Mycroft. He will stake one’s weakness and capitalize on your weakness.”

“Like in Irene Adler perhaps?” Watson was there to snare the detective into admission.

“Ms. Adler was a worthy adversary, and she acted fast to evade me apprehending her.” Sherlock looked at the companion of his. “I am sure there were other adversaries I failed to apprehend.”

“Baron Gruner, and of course Neville St. Clair, and the KKK group who escaped the gallows.” Watson availed himself of the list.

"Gruner, an illustrious client but also a killer and womanizer, and he deserved his punishment, disfigured, but he is free out there," Sherlock said. “I disliked him.

“Not St. Claire. You let him go when you heard his tale.” Watson reminded Sherlock. He was looking out from the left window.

“Empathy is not a trait of mine, but I will bow to that in this case.” Sherlock looked out of the carriage window on the right.

“Being romantic is not yourself.” Watson took the blade to the main artery there.

“If you are referring to …. Irene Adler, I believed immolation would be the cut I took. I hold no affection towards her except for her intelligence, which outwitted me then. A mere snag in the workings of my mind, but I am prepared for that.”

“Yes, she is out of your reach, and I doubt she will come to your nesting.” Watson smiled.

“Yes, I can concur with that, but may I ask why the narratives are to me on these cases? I am …"

“Do not look at me. I was asleep.” Mycroft looked at the other with the face of the innocence that may baffle the judge or St. Peter at the gates.

“As we have time on our journey, and more to that, these few characters evaded your deductions, and now you have muttered 'Professor Moriarty' to the conversation. I am curious about the reference, like an aneurysm in the brain; a violation of the brain schematics.” Watson looked at the other.

“Aneurysm? What is that?” Mycroft asked

“Brain aneurysms are caused by thinning artery walls. Aneurysms often form at forks or branches in arteries because those areas of the vessels are weaker. Although aneurysms can happen anywhere in the brain, they are most common in arteries at the base of the brain.’ Watson explained in medical terms. “It does require surgical intervention.”

“Oh…… I thought it was a reference to anal and resuming orgasm.” Mycroft smiled.

“I would prefer to reference that to our case, as the Oni Society may be the aneurysm to the echelon of power, and we need to remove it ……. surgically.” Sherlock interjected.

“Ouch! That hurts more than being sodomized.” Mycroft's expression was seditious in expression.

"Lobotomize, you meant.” Watson mimicked the insertion of the long needle up the nose. “Either entry is equally painful.”

“Tell me more the next …." Mycroft was cut off then by Sherlock.

“Surely, you are not bent.”

“No ……. No…… I am intact there. I am a ladies' man, and I do earn their trust. Or rather mine to them.”

“Gentlemen, we are being shadowed.” Watson looked out the window again. “I counted two riders on a parallel course to ours.”

“Another on the other side. I cannot make out the dressing," Sherlock said. “I will say that is a Washiki Bajutsu method rooted in samurai martial arts, focusing on body mechanics, balance, and control of the horse rather than just speed. I have been reading many articles on the warrior class of Japan for the last week.”

“Yes, I supposed. Our riding techniques from the army were a formal, uniform riding style, primarily utilizing a long-rein seat with legs straight or slightly bent to maintain stability for sword combat, particularly among light cavalry and dragoons. Riding with tactics adapted to include reconnaissance and skirmishing alongside traditional shock charges," Watson added. “I do not suppose the errant riders on the roads differ much.”

“I have my Webley to protect us.” Mycroft drew on the revolver from his coat.

“A worthy companion if we ever needed it.” Sherlock looked to the rider.

“I have mine. The RIC, courtesy of a retired officer.” The Webley Royal Irish Constabulary revolver was one of the earliest British breech-loading revolvers. Solid frame revolver, with a round barrel screwed into the frame, and a one-piece wooden grip held by two vertical screws, and holding six bullets.

“It is good for one hundred yards but deadly at twenty-five yards.”

“We may not use it. If I am not mistaken, we are near the military outpost for the area.” Sherlock looked out. “I will estimate that we are about five miles out, and there is a cavalry outpost there, and another three miles to the Greystokes' estate.”

“Mycroft, was the minister under military protection at the country home?” Sherlock asked.

“Yes, a detachment of the calvary was posted. I was told they took off with the lady to the Greystokes estate, led by a Lieutenant Gavin McLeod, Household Cavalry."

“Most indeed.” Sherlock sat back. “I will say any attempts on us will be ……"

The driver of the carriage was seen fallen to the left side with an arrow protruding from the chest.

“I say now," Sherlock called out. The twin horses without the driver were galloping fast and, by instinct, remained on the track.

“I say, old chap. Do you know how to stop a runaway carriage?” Mycroft looked at Watson.

“Just as good as I can perform a brain cut on you, which I had yet to perform.” Watson looked outside. “We are coming to a stop.”

The carriage came to a halt, and Sherlock was the first to emerge.

“Konichiwa.” Sherlock looked at the masked three riders. He pulled out a paper from his coat pocket and read the words there. “Nanika otetsudai dekiru koto wa arimasu ka? (How may I assist you?) ”.

“Stay away, Mr. Holmes. We will not want you to be involved in the personal battle of ours.” The leader of the trio said. “The Oni Society take care of their own.”

“I say…" Mycroft had alighted from the carriage and reached for his revolver. The arrow flew past the right side of his face and stuck the carriage side.

“You are warned.” The riders then took off from the carriage.

“Was that…?" Mycroft suffered an indignity to his valor.

“Stutter that, Mycroft. You would be dead if they wanted to kill you.” Watson appeared next to Mycroft. “Sherlock, I will say they are efficient.”

“I can concur. They had trailed us from the unit. And their accent is … East Enders.” Sherlock looked at the arrow. “Similar to but not entirely the same design. I think we are dealing with the Oni Society here.”

“Pardon me.” Mycroft looked at the arrow.

“I was shot at in the chamber, and that arrow had a ring of red on the shaft. This one had none. I read the Oni Society does not mark their arrows.”

“Who shot us then? Or you?” Mycroft asked.

“I do not know. I am to study it.” Sherlock pulled the arrow out from the carriage.

“Anyone called for the cavalry?" Watson motioned to the arriving cavalry troopers approaching them.

“Lieutenant McLeod. Whom may I know of you gentlemen?”

“Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, and Doctor John Watson," Sherlock announced.

“Well, sirs. Thank you.” Lieutenant McLeod looked at Sherlock. “All of you are to return to London.”

“Preposterous! I am Mycroft Holmes, an executive officer of the Foreign Office. I demand to know by whom were those orders sent.” Mycroft approached the lieutenant.

“Sir, I got the telegram this morning from the Foreign Office.” Lieutenant McLeod handed the message over. “I was told to meet you on this road. And have you returned to the city?"

Mycroft read the message and then handed it over to Sherlock.

“It is from the office. We are recalled to the city.” Mycroft turned to look at Sherlock. “We are …… What is this? An arrest order for us?”

“Never mind that. May we have one of your men to drive the carriage? And please bring the dead driver too.”

……

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 12

2026-08-17T13:40:55.490+08:00

12.

“I must conclusively say Mrs. Hudson’s scones are better. They are light, fluffy, barely sweet pastries perfect for breakfast or tea, best served warm with clotted cream and jam.” Sherlock picked up his piece and applied the spoonful of strawberry jam on it.

‘Conclusive? Did you arrive at that deduction after tasting others' baking? Or based on…" Watson sat across from the man; both dressed in their dressing gowns. They woke up to the smell of the freshly baked scones and hot tea.

“No references, Watson. However, I will conclude that as my deduction too. Mycroft will concur with that too.” Sherlock smiled, which was rare, more so in the morning.

“Have you taken scones made by the ladies at the frontier? They are equally delicious.” Watson defended his stay at the frontier, and anything English was savored there. “Mrs. Gareth, the Major’s wife made scones every Sunday for us.”

“I guess if you are away from home, anything that resembles home cooking will be nice.” Sherlock looked to the morning papers. “Ah, nothing on our minister. His death must be kept from the tabloids.”

Watson knew when the other was moving the subject matter and reached for the sports section.

“The Wimbledon Championships is finding its roots in London. That is news to read here.” Watson read from the tabloids. It was then Mycroft appeared at the chamber.

“Good morning, chaps.” Mycroft walked. He saw the breakfast spread on the table. “Scones! I am sure I have room for that.”

“I am sure, Mycroft.” Watson sneered at the man. Without hesitation, Mycroft grabbed a scone and dabbed the jam on it. He ate it gleefully.

“Thankfully for the skills of this lady. I could eat this daily.” Mycroft looked for a spare cup to drink from, but there was none. He saw none and was to take Sherlock’s but was denied.

“I tell you, Shelly. You are still the same when we had to share our toys.” Mycroft licked his fingers and then sat down by the table. “I am here with updates.”

“And I am to use the privy. Morning rituals.” Watson got up and walked away. He was not keen to listen in, for he was not to be involved.

“What is with the old boy? Did he get up from the wrong side of the bed today?” Mycroft looked at Sherlock.

“Tell me.” Sherlock took a sip of the tea he was served. Triviality was not his expertise for any conversation.

“Okay, Ms. Kewala is safe. She is at the Greystokes estate. I have got my men there, or rather near there. The Greystokes are particular in their own safety.” Mycroft told Sherlock. “They had the estate marked as their land.”

“After our adventure, Lady Greystokes does not take kindly to any presence, including mine.” Sherlock looked back at the papers.

“It was not your fault; she lost the child.”

“An obvious observation, but the emotions of a lady can be unobvious to the facts," Sherlock said. “Where is Doctor Mitsui Ogata?”

“Doctor Mitsui Ogata is at the Brown’s Hotel, and I met Nayland Smith. You do remember him?”

“Barely. We may have met, but he was more towards the Far East, and what was his name……. Fu Manchu… eloped with the daughter, and since then, has been working at East End.”

“By golly, you knew of this? What do you have in your mind? The daily workings of everyone in London?”

“No, Mycroft. Only certain people which I am told of their whereabouts……. Local gossip that you get, like at the marketplace." Sherlock has an extensive network of informers in London.

“Spank me here! Do you know how many times I've been to the privy?” Mycroft looked at the brother of his.

“Once this morning. That is your first stop every morning.” Sherlock looked at the papers. “Why was the minister's death not reported?”

“I…… Never mind. The tabloids were shuttered for reasons of national security. He will be on the page at noon today and is diagnosed with heart failure while at the office. It will avoid any speculations on the family and ……. us.”

“And mine? Fallen into the abyss, or perhaps the waterfall, and the body not found?” Sherlock looked at Mycroft.

"Ingenious, there. That will deter any grave digger from uprooting your bones, or your brains ……" Mycroft smiled. “But fallen into the waterfall may be too dramatic. Your skull may…"

“Okay, back to the matter. You got Nayland in, and he was to ……

“Work with me? I doubt so.” Sherlock shook his head. “You wanted him to work with Doctor Mitsui Ogata.”

“How did you guess?” Mycroft smiled.

“Elementary, my dear brother. Nayland is an operative, and I am a detective. We are like potassium cyanide or KCN. We are deadly when combined into one compound. Will be fatal to anyone with us.”

“Okay, fine with your chemistry analysis.” Mycroft leaned back. “So, are you and Watson back?”

“I do not…" Sherlock saw Watson emerging then, all dressed up in his street suit.

“I am involved, Mycroft.” Watson took his rightful seat. “I must be. I was nearly killed by an assailant; so was he, and above all, I am told my patients have moved to another doctor in the area. I am pissed here.”

“Wow! That is good news. No more patients will die under your care.” Mycroft blurted out. “My bad. I have more news. I read some filed-away reports by geologists and professors and officials, and they have all been in contact with Minister Leeson on one matter: mining. The minister was in his private capacity a miner and later explored mining in ……. Africa. He joined the government on the basis of his friendship with the PM. He started off as the mining attaché and worked his way to the exchequer.”

“Mining?” Sherlock was thinking then “Were we into mining at Africa?”

“And I checked on Doctor Mitsui Ogata…." Mycroft was cut off.

“He held a doctorate in geology from the University of Tokyo," Sherlock snapped in. “I had his background checked. He also has a doctorate in international banking. But no mining.”

“We need to visit the Greystokes.” Mycroft smiled. “Carriages ready.”

“I doubt our visit will be entertained. The last adventure, Jane Greystoke lost her baby.” Watson reminded the brothers then.

“Just a medical question here, Doctor. I noticed the ladies tend to wear a tight corset.” Mycroft had the quiz expression. “Is it not… dangerous to their health?"

“No more deadly than a barrel leveled at your head.” Sherlock cut in. “Medically diagnosed.”

Well, "tight lacing" of corsets is medically discussed as a primary cause of restricted breathing, decreased lung capacity, and severe internal health issues. However, corsets are an essential part of Victorian fashion; the intense pressure placed on the torso by stiff, steel-boned garments often restricted breathing to the top of the lungs and could lead to chlorosis, or green sickness. " Doctor John Watson explained.

“And it does wonders for the bosom, Cheri. At my age, it does take on the direction of gravity.” Mrs. Hudson appeared. “Hello, Mycroft. I heard you arrived, and there's an extra cup for your tea here.”

“Well, thank you. Mrs. Hudson” Mycroft looked over to Watson for some distraction, but none was seen. The lady left the trio, and the discussion went back to the issue on hand.

“Conclusively, we need to visit the Greystokes.” Sherlock stood up. “The game is afoot.”

“I would like to state that I am under protest to my participation in this.” Watson drew attention to himself. He was ignored by the brothers.

At the Greystokes estate, Jane was discussing with her lover how to get Mindy to retrieve the documents. They were seated in the library. The ladies were seated on the seats facing the fireplace, while Lord Greystoke was at the long, tall glass doorway facing the garden.

“John, we need to collect the documents from Mindy’s place.” Mrs. Greystokes looked at her lover. “It may be the key to these murders.”

“Yes, I am aware. However, this will be done without you.” Lord Greystokes looked at her. “The doctor had…"

“Look, John. I am fine. I can…" Lady Greystokes shifted her seating position. “I am……”

“Baby moved.” Mindy smiled. “I have not one yet, but the palace has many ladies to whom I play nursemaid.”

“Yes, it did.” Lady Greystokes turned to look at her lover. “Okay, I will stay, but can you assist her?”

“I am. Mindy will be taken there by the Waziri warriors. She will be dressed like a Waziri’s lady, and they will take care of her.” Lord Greystokes replied. “The Waziri used a backroad to get their supplies. They have deployed hunters there to check for any ……. Traps. She will be safe.”

“Who is in charge?” Lady Greystokes asked.

“Ngamba will take the lead. He will be with two others and one other lady to follow. That lady is Megmu, who is proficient in the art of daggers.” Lord Greystokes said. “I will be here with you, and alongside us are ten Waziri’s warriors led by Thirun. We will go about our normal routines. Kimbel will be at the house.”

“Are we being watched?” Lady Greystokes asked.

“Yes, by Scotland Yard, the military, and by others. Mindy Kewala, you are a very important guest here.”

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 11

2026-08-10T10:02:38.962+08:00

11.

Nayland discarded his coolie disguise and was back at his regular drinking stop, nursing the stout he was served. It was like any ordinary English drinking spot, Lancelot’s Trough, the wooden entrance to the rowdy bar, where the regular patrons mingled at the four round tables or the long bar, taking their drinks and sharing lewd topics. On that afternoon, it was filled to the brim, and Nayland took his regular seat by the long bar.

The bartender was busy cleaning his glasses when the newly arrived patron walked in. Calvin, the bartender, has a good eye on all his patrons and knows his regulars like the back of his hand, most times forgetting what they like but not their looks.

An ale, bitter or mild, dark, or brown, comes with the mood. The choice may change the shape of your mood in different ways.” Calvin learned from his serving. “Old Paddy may win at the horses and ask for a pint of ale or lose at them and ask for a bitter ale. He has his choices known, and I served them.”

“Drink, guvnor?” Calvin stepped to the spot opposite the newly arrived. He had studied the man who stepped in. The dark frock coat over the lighter pants and working shoes complete with a top hat. The frock coat had a slight bulge under the left armpit. The man was looking at the bar counter when he sat down, two seats from Nayland from the left.

“A pint of the old ale, please.” The person muttered, but Calvin picked up the syllable. The bartender turned to serving then.

It happened fast, and Nayland was off his seat when the butcher knife swung at his face. He stepped back and looked at the attacker. The man who attacked him had he knife taken from the frock coat and was leveled at Nayland.

“Die…" The attacker barely finished his sentence when the long-handled club held by Calvin impacted the back of his head. The attack fell to the floor. Nayland stepped over and kicked the knife away.

“Bloody good move, Calvin.” Nayland smiled.

“Bloody effort of his on my regular deserved a whack on the head.” Calvin replaced his club. The other patrons cheered the effort by the bartender.

“Good on you, Calvin.” One of the patrons cheered. “We know you got our back any day.”

“Well, as long as you cleared your tabs here.” Calvin replied. He then looked at Nayland. “Your pal here needs some work on his choice of hospitality. I do not condone bad manners.”

It would have ended then, but the attacker has pals outside who stormed in. Three of them charged at Nayland swinging ice picks. They were all similarly dressed and equally vicious in their movements.

The right attacker did an upper swing at Nayland, who ducked on the move and used his body to slam into the middle one. His body slam propels them into the doorway, and there Nayland rolled aside to avoid the left attacker. The left attacker's ice pick barely missed Nayland, but the latter was moving further to the right. He grabbed a chair and swung it at the attacker. The chair impacted the left attacker on the chest, and then Nayland used the momentum to swing the chair at the other remaining attacker.

Three of his attackers were on the flooring, and Nayland looked to Calvin for assistance.

“Have a go, mate.” Calvin tossed the club over. The club was made from hardwood, and measured two feet with the heavier dimension on the end. It was a handy weapon for bludgeoning. Nayland caught it with his right hand and swung the club at the nearest left attacker. It impacted hard on the side of the head, and then with his intent, he thrust the club into the middle attacker's face and did a tight twist of his right wrist to swing the club into the last attacker.

“How’s that?” Nayland called out in glee. The other patrons joined in and grabbed the attackers by their limbs to toss them out.

“Drinks on me.” Nayland laughed. He then picked up the ice pick and examined it. The design consists of a sharp metal spike attached to a handle. During the era then, ice blocks were gathered from frozen water sources and distributed to nearby homes. Ice picks were used to easily cut the blocks into smaller pieces for use. its availability and ability to puncture the skin easily, the ice pick has sometimes been used as a weapon.

“Ice breakers?” Calvin asked.

“Nay, probably killers who preferred that weapon.” Nayland shook his head. He then excused himself and walked to the Foreign Office.

“Bloody time you took there.” Mycroft took a puff on his cigar, seated at the chamber assigned to him. “If I had known you would be late, I would have suggested the club.”

“I have my share of the club today. I did find it useful to stop three attackers.” Nayland sat himself on the seat in front of Mycroft’s desk.

“Attacked? By golly, you are an attraction from the murderous chaps.” Mycroft smiled.

“A lady once. All I said to her was "Good day.” Nayland sighed.

“Probably sounded like a good lay to her given your East London accent.” Mycroft smiled. “And …….”

“Why am I recalled here?” Nayland cut to the subject matter.

“I have a new threat. Fu Manchu is in hibernation, presumably. The new threat here is the Oni Society.” Mycroft placed the cigar on the ashtray. “The Minister of Exchequer and other notable names have been murdered. I need your expertise to work on this.”

“One, I am not an expert on the Oni Society. I heard of them when I was in China. Two, I am a field operative and not a detective.”

“Nayland, I am assigning you to work with Doctor Mitsui Ogata. He is…."

“He is a… His name is known to me. From my reading, he is top-ranked, and there were reasons that he may be more than any dignitary. He …….”

“He brought up the issue to us just before the murder of the minister. We are trying to find the link here. but without having someone working with him, I cannot place the link at all.”

“Why not Ito Matsuke?” Nayland asked. “He is……"

“He is… for now, unrelated here.” Mycroft looked at Nayland.

“Hold your barrels there, Mycroft. Are you telling me Ito could be involved?”

“I am not to deny or comment on that. You will work with Doctor Mitsui Ogata. He is at the Brown’s Hotel, Dover Street. He will meet you for afternoon tea. Or perhaps not, but be a good lad; keep an eye on him."

Meanwhile, Doctor Mitsui Ogata was having his early lunch at the café near the hotel. He was having the taste of the legendary “Hot Brown” sandwich, an open-face turkey sandwich with bacon, pimentos, and a delicate mornay sauce. It was not from the hotel but a replica nearby at the café. It was a small café that had the sign; we served the second-best sandwich at an affordable price. He was served a pot of tea with the dainty cup. There were four tables inside, and only two tables were occupied.

“May I take a seat?” The Japanese did not look up to the one who asked. He was staring at the spread of the sandwich. The figure took the seat opposite of him, and it was a lady dressed in the sequined dress and round hat.

“The professor will address you now. He is seated behind you.” The lady smiled.

“Pardon the theatrics here, but I am a careful person.” The man seated back-to-back with the Japanese spoke.

“No, explanation required.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata replied and wrapped his right fingers around the cup of tea. “How are you, Professor Moriarty?”

“Absolutely well, Doctor Mitsui Ogata. Welcome to London…. Well, officially in your presence.”

“Arigato, Professor. I am here on diplomatic channels.” The other smiled. “I was expecting you……. Much later. How is the emperor?”

“Fu Manchu? I heard he is doing well at the retreat of his. He is not your concern here, I presumed.” The man addressed the professor, as he said. “Your presence here officially as the ranking member of the Empire of Japan is most intriguing, but will there be a conflict of interest to the Oni Society’s?”

“I am here on an official matter of…both," Doctor Mitsui Ogata replied. “One, for the ruling government, who has expressed the desire to form the treasury functions like the Bank of England.”

"Officially it may be the objective, but your true purpose was to retrieve the mining details of the dark continent.” The professor said. “Forming the Treasury Bank is only better if the vaults are loaded with items of value.”

“You are well informed, Professor.”

“The variables led to the equation. Minister Leeson was the one variable. The other killings were deemed random, but they formed a series of patterns.” The professor took his sip of tea. “Most notably, on the mining of minerals and Africa.”

“You are making too many presumptions.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata smiled at the lady. “Mining is not a major variable in Africa……… now. Cultivation of rubber takes precedence.”

“It was then, but the variables pointed to your society. In the last six months, members of the society were seen in London, Dover, and even Glasgow. They were then identified at the scenes of the killings. The killing methods were precise, and their task was to retrieve the needed reports.”

“These may be random killings and do not add to one equation.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata smiled. “I believed the numbers were low here in London; perhaps around five hundred per annum.”

“I disagreed. Those were the reported ones, but the undiscovered ones added up twice the number.” The professor sounded his unfactored variable. “Back to the society. You are here because the results of your disciples are incomplete, and you needed conclusive reports, which the minister was deemed to hold. And more to it, three of your disciples are missing, presumably dead, and you suspected that I was involved.”

“I do not have that conclusion, Professor.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata smiled. “But it did cross my mind.”

“Viola! You came here to challenge me. Doctor Mitsui Ogata, there is a Western saying, "The town isn't big for the two of us.” The professor smiled. “I have one named Holmes on my… stepping on my shadow there.”

“I……"

“Pardon me, Doctor Mitsui Ogata. What baffles me is why you acted so brash on the minister? He was your final variable, and yet you had him killed.”

“I applaud you, Professor. But your variables here may be in error.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata said. “One, I did not kill the… nor was instrumental in the killing of the minister. It was told to me. I was surprised there. He was another puzzle to my needs, or the opening to a bigger puzzle, and yet he was… killed."

“Two, I was surprised that Sherlock Holmes was called in to the discussion. I did not request his presence.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata took another sip of the tea. “However, you are generous to tell me that to tell you of my disciples here. I was missing three of them, but being killed was not in my variable of assumption. Since you laid out that variable, I will take it as the factor of their disappearance.”

“However, the works of the Oni Society do not get overlooked in my backyard. I lay down the rules and conditions here. No one acts here without my permission, including your disciple, Ito Matsuke.” Professor Moriarty made his point across. “Now that we are mutually understood and there are no more open variables, please. May I suggest that you take caution in your stay here.” The professor said. “And do take the sandwich at the hotel. It is the best and worthy of being included in your expense billings.”

“Arigato, Professor.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata smiled once more. He saw the glance of the lady over his left shoulder. “I believed the professor had left the café.”

“Good day, Doctor Mitsui Ogata.” The lady stood up and waggled off to the doorway. The doctor turned his back and saw the arrival of new patrons to the café. He then left and walked to the hotel. A telegram was sent that day to Tokyo.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 10

2026-08-10T10:02:05.815+08:00

10.

Sherlock asked for permission to revisit the exchequer’s office. He made the request through Mycroft and then to the Prime Minister.

“Shelly, you need not go over my head there? I know you were invited by the PM, but between us brothers, we could keep it ……. Informal.” Mycroft sat at the minister's desk while watching the brother of his pacing the chamber. “We have searched every inch of the chamber, his personal vault, and … found nothing there. I meant any reference to the Oni Society.”

Sherlock was still not satisfied and looked at every nook and crack on the book shelves.

“If you want to keep a secret, hide it even from yourself," Sherlock muttered. He looked at the rows of books there.

"Hmmm…Adam Smith, ‘The Wealth of Nations’ (1776). David Ricardo, 'On the Principles of Political Economy and Taxation' (1817)." Sherlock's fingers tapped on the spines of the books there.

“Karl Marx - Das Kapital (Volume I, 1867), the most exciting critique of capitalism and its modes of production. And yet this book is here in the chamber.” Sherlock smiled. “I can understand John Stuart Mill's Principles of Political Economy (1848) and Jean-Baptiste Say's A Treatise on Political Economy (1803).”

Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure – John Cleland (1748). Never read that, but intriguing to see it here.” Sherlock took the book out and read the first page, which was where a dedication was inked: "To Brian, lots of love from here." Mindy Kewala.”

“Not relevant to the case here.” Sherlock replaced the book. “Nothing on Africa or Asia... I doubt there will be any that modern economists will have read.”

“Were there any?”

“Actually, there were. Some of the oldest texts were from there.” Sherlock looked at Mycroft. “Discourses on Salt and Iron (Yan Tie Lun, 81 BCE) regarding state-operated industries (salt and iron), covering taxation, trade, and economic freedom, and Shihuozhi (Treatise on Economy) circa 1st century CE: a dedicated section on agricultural policy, currency, taxes, and government economic management.”

“Shelly, have you read any books in your field of expertise? I am referring to old books.” Mycroft taunts his brother.

“Yes, I did. There were some texts not taught in my college. There was Antoine Lavoisier’s Traité élémentaire de chimie (1789), considered the first modern textbook… Andreas Libavius’s Alchemia (1597), often cited as the first true textbook.” Sherlock cited the books' titles. “I read Nicolas Lémery’s Cours de Chymie (1675) and Joseph Priestley’s Experiments and Observations on Different Kinds of Air (1775-1777)."

“One day, someone will read mine on the process of deductions," Sherlock smiled. “As he read all of these here.”

“Here are some of those books and handwritten notes.” Sherlock pulled the bundles of papers out. “Interesting, these are notes on the booming era of the Congo states. Studies of minerals in the states.”

“Mycroft, what was Ms. Kewala's role here?”

At the estate of the Greystokes, Mrs. Greystokes sat with Mindy, their guest, in the library. The guest of theirs looked at the rows of books there. She was tempted to approach the shelves and ran her fingers over the books.

“Jane, you knew of my passion for reading. I read all the books I could get. I patronized the missionary churches there for their books.”

“Yes, Mindy. You borrowed all my books then.” Mrs. Greystokes smiled. “John used to bring in boxes of it, and you were there to read it."

“I did, and it was what invoked inside me to leave my father’s side then.” Mindy sighed. “That was one of the reasons. The groom was not too bad a lover to have, but I am not ready to be attended by midwives… yet."

“Mindy, about Brian…"

“Jane, we are not lovers as said by many. I am… or rather my association is purely friendship and mutual respect on the development of my father’s land in economic terms. He likes the subject, and we do spend a lot of hours together on it.” Mindy laughed. “Brian is an older man, twice my age, and I doubt he can match my prowess in sex.”

“I bought him the book titled Fanny Hill to flirt with him, but we never crossed the line there. It was all platonic.”

“Mindy, I apologize. It was ……”

“Rumours. We have our share of it. Like if John were as savage in his love.” Mindy laughed.

“He may be," Mrs. Greystokes laughed.

“Let me be serious here. Prior to last week, I was doing extensive design work on my father’s land. I was getting reports on the mineral contents there and how to extract them. We were to discuss it further at the country retreat and then present it to the other ministers when…… All this happened.” Mindy's tears welled up. “I am unsure, but it could be what the killers wanted.”

“Where are the notes?” Mrs. Greystoke asked.

“I hid them… in the house… my house.” Mindy looked at the lady.

Doctor Mitsui Ogata was marvelled at by the sight of the new Kew Garden. He was told there was an influx of local plants from his own country. The ants following Japan's 1854 reopening, with species like Aucuba japonica becoming popular.

‘I guess they have never seen a real plant.’ Doctor Mitsui Ogata muttered.

“When Japan reopened her borders in 1854, foreign visitors and plant collectors rushed abroad to study the newly revealed wonders of this exotic world. One was a London nurseryman, John Gould Veitch, who in the 1860s sent back a range of Japanese trees and plants to his nurseries at Coombe Wood at Kingston upon Thames in Surrey; and Robert Fortune, who imported a range of exotic species to the British market.”

"The Japanese concept of the beautiful exotic garden had taken place here.” It was Ito Matsuke dressed in the grey tweed suit and homburg hat. “Gardens are their favorite pastimes."

“You are a good emissary of Japan.” Doctor Mitsui Ogata continued his stare at the plants.

“Arigato, Sensei.” Ito Matsuke did a low bow toward the senior member of the Oni Society. “I lived to serve the society."

"Seishi ichinyo" (生死一如), meaning "life and death are oneness, suggesting they are not opposites but part of a continuous, natural cycle. Doctor Mitsui Ogata said to his disciple.

“Hai, Kishi kaisei" (起死回生), meaning "wake from death and return to life," signifying a dramatic turnaround from hopelessness. Ito Matsuke bowed once again. “I know my true purpose now.”

"Have you done the task I had given?” Mitsui asked.

“Yes, I have. Your name was mentioned to Mycroft as requested.”

“A false trail perhaps, or a set trap.” The sensei said. “It was unexpected that the brother was to be there, but I will enjoy the challenge to match wits.”

“Why ……”

“Do not raise questions when they are of no necessity, Ito. Since you asked, I will be brief here. I am unaware of the workings of the plan.” Mitsui snapped at the other. “The needed answers were not with the minister; or rather we were abrupt to had it ended then. Then his untimely death and someone had searched the chamber. His country home, as make known to me was searched, and the lady was gone missing. That is now your task. Find Ms. Kewala. She may fit the pieces there.”

“Hai.” Ito bowed to his sensei.

"Sensei, Mycroft asked, on Nayland. Smith Nayland of the…"

“I know Smith Nayland. He was in China, the nemesis of Fu Manchu.”

“The crime emperor is also … missing, Sensei. I was to track him in London, but nothing was heard.” Ito sighed. “Another was on his trail, Charlie Song. He is working with Nayland.”

“Nayland? Why would Mycroft seek him? He is a wild card here.” Mitsui pondered on the questions. “The elderly Fu Manchu is another puzzle I need to fit in. Go now and report on Nayland.”

Ito Matsuke took his leave of the sensei.

Heroes Return VI: Book One London Chapter 9

2026-08-03T11:25:14.433+08:00

The Limehouse district of the East End was the epicenter of the Chinese community then; it was a small, vibrant community of about five hundred people, catering to sailors with boarding houses, laundries, and grocery stores. The population there was a mix of Irish or East End women and the migrants, creating a mixed-race community. They were the earlier migrants who were brought to Britain to load and unload ships in London’s docks and other ports across the country. They were recruited by the East India Company and other British shipping companies. Chinese communities settled in two parts of Limehouse.

People from different parts, like the Shanghainese, lived in Pennyfields, Amoy Place, and Ming Street, while the southerners lived in Limehouse Causeway and Gill Street. Residents rented rooms in terraced houses of multiple occupants, squeezed among the factories and dockyards. The community replicated their own versions of home, including the tea houses, ever popular for a chat over a cup of tea brewed with authentic Chinese tea leaves.

The teahouse held its own identity whether it was in mainland China or London. It was the living area where the patrons could sit there and enjoy their tea or snacks, while conversations were of various topics, from the chaos of the land to the bargaining in the trade deals. Or over differing philosophies on life events. Simply adapted, varied vocal tones, but ever the resilient sanctuary for connection.

The chap seated at the corner, nursing the small cup containing the hot tea, was dressed like a coolie, the derogatory term for a male servant of Chinese descent, and worn on his feet were wooden sandals. He had on a wide conical straw hat that covered his upper face, but the unmistakable thick mustache gave the impression he was not of local descent.

Another figure sat down across from the chap, similarly dressed without the hat, but had on the pigtail for his hair design.

“The dragon resides in the cloud, while the tigers roam the hills.” The new chap spoke out while he took a fresh cup to pour his tea. He spoke with a Chinese dialect accent to blend in.

“If the Heavenly Father permits, where can I locate the cloud that housed the dragon?" The chap with the conical hat spoke with the similar drawl of the accent.

“The dragon remained hidden with the deities there; however, the tigers are devouring anyone looking for the dragon.”

"Perhaps chests of gold may unlock the dragon.” The conical-hat chap whispered. “Location is all I need to know.”

“There is an old saying: the greed of one may be the downfall of mortality.” The other chap said. “My life is precarious now. I must go.”

The chap moved to step up when the huge ‘hook sword' (hooked blade), the weapon that has a hook on the tip and a dagger-like hilt, landed on the table with the blade cutting into the top.

“Small brother Chin, you are not at my seat.” The figure who wielded the sword was short but stoutly built and had on the pigtail that was wound around his neck. He was dressed like any other there, but his snarl on his expression revealed his indulgence was not sipping tea. His accent was authentic Mandarin in tone.

“Brother Cheng, we were leaving.” The one named Chin turned to look at the conical-hat chap. “Shall we?”

“Take one more step, and you will bleed here.” The one named Cheng cautioned them. “I am…"

“Ingratitude to your father.” The one with the conical hat tossed the cup of tea at Cheng. He then stood up and found himself facing three more brutes with similar swords in their hands. The patrons at the neighbouring tables took to their heels on seeing the swords brought to the table.

“I will have your head.” Cheng rubbed the sleep from his eyes and found the punch fist swinging towards him at the jaw. He fell backward from the blow, while the one named Seong, who was the other one there, grabbed the stool he was seated on and wielded it as a weapon.

“Stand back!” Chin held the stool against the other three standing there.

“Perhaps this will work better.” The one with the conical hat leveled the Enfield pistol at them. “I got a six-round cylinder, enough for three of you here.”

“Leave now, Charlie.” The one with the conical hat pushed Chin to leave the teahouse.

It was to the end of Commercial Road before the duo stopped their running. Charlie Song found his pace to do the run despite his middle-age limitations. He leaned on the wall by the corner of the shop offering daily catch seafood.

“Nayland Smith, what on earth provoked you to meet there? We could have done it at Piccadilly or at Shaftesbury.” Charlie heaved in deep breaths. “Simplicity is difficult to achieve?”

“Nay, Charlie. I wanted to be in the depth of the place. Fu Manchu is a devious man. “I never believed him to be dead. He's cruel, callous, brilliant, and the most evil and dangerous man in the world."

“Famous words of yours there, Nayland Smith, and yet you are screwing his daughter.” Charlie smiled. “He is technically your father-in-law.”

“Fa Loh Suee is…. We eloped, and technically, we are not screwing each other. We make love, and for info, she is in America to see some friends. You can call it a sabbatical leave period.” Nayland explained.

“Call it what you may want, Nayland Smith. We were fucked just now.” Charlie leaned out to see if they were pursued by any.

“I thought you were comfortable there.” Nayland Smith smiled. “I was. I do miss the mainland.”

Nayland Smith was an operative of the Foreign Ministry assigned to the Far East for some years. His role there was to do clandestine tasks on the criminals there, where he met the daughter of the Mandarin crime lord, Fu Manchu. He had a few run-ins with the man and barely escaped with his life. He did, however, win the heart of the daughter and, at his request, gave her sanctuary in London, but his works were still in the Far East.

“After dinner, who cares about the spoon?" Charlie mocked the other on having gotten the daughter; why bother with the father?

“In your society, or rather in my mind, the extended family still matters.” Nayland smiled. “Even though my father-in-law would like to serve me to his tigers.”

“Okay, here is what I may know," Charlie sighed. “I have many sons, and hopefully they will not tear me apart. Back to the man we sought, he is missing or lying low. There is a new threat on the horizon. Have you heard of the Oni Society?”

“Oni Society? Scant notes on them. They were from Japan. I was not posted there. Ian Masterson was the one in the lead.”

“Ian Masterson is missing.” Charlie leaned out to look again. “He went missing alongside the steamer that was ferrying him home.”

“I heard that he is dead, but does that mean I am to replace him? I cannot do that. I am now back in Blighty and will remain here.” Nayland protested.

“That is where you need to know now. Mycroft Holmes is asking you to report back. Me? I am just another coolie at the docks.”

"How did he get my name?” Nayland asked. “You could be the better candidate.”

“I got sons to take care of, and you…. You only got one faraway lady to fantasize on. And no sons yet.”

“Fuck you.” Nayland snapped out.

“Pay me my shilling first. You owed me one.” Charlie Song laughed.

“Soon I will.” Nayland Smith smiled. “When you leave this place.”