Chapter Eleven

“So, my dear, won’t you tell us why you are here?” Dawson asked.
Olivia didn’t hear at first, because she was petrified looking at Basil, who still seemed rather surprised to see her there.
“Olivia, dear, won’t you answer?” I asked.
“Oh. Well, I’m here because I… I have a problem.”
“Yes, I can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re worried about something. Isn’t your father with you?” Basil asked, worried.
“Basil, I know it’s hard for you because when you met me I was a child with nothing more than eight years old, but now I’m eighteen. I’m a grown woman, Basil, a woman. I can take care of myself now.”
“But you still live with your father, don’t you?” Dawson asked.
Olivia put a sad look.
“What’s the matter?” Basil asked.
“That’s why I came, Basil. I don’t live with my father anymore. I mean, he’s perfectly fine, business keeps getting better and I love him more than myself, but… we… well… it’s so hard to explain…”
“Sit down, please. Tell me your story.”
Olivia sat on the red chair, Basil’s favorite chair. But he didn’t seem to care about it.
“Basil, the problem is: I am in love.” She started.
“In love? But I don’t see any wrong in that. By the contrary, it’s great to be in love!” Dawson said.
“Yes… Indeed. It’s… great.” Basil said, sadly.
I knew Basil was thinking about his love life.  He believed in the words he had said, but was very sad because of the way all his romances ended.
Olivia seemed worried.
“But my father is the problem. I told him I was in love by someone. I said who the person was, and I told him I wanted to seduce that person and be with him forever. But my father didn’t think it was a good idea and the climate in the house changed in the next days, if you know what I mean. Then, with his prohibition, I run away. I know he only wants the best for me, but I love that person so much! Now I don’t know what to do…”
Olivia began to cry.
“Hush, hush, sweetheart. It’s alright. If you don’t have anywhere else to stay, you can live here until you get along with your… love.” Basil said.
“Do you… mean it?” she asked, cleaning her tears.
“Of course I do! Basil of Baker Street is always here for whom needs his help!”
Olivia hugged Basil and gave a kiss on his cheek. Basil’s face turned into red.
She pretended that she didn’t notice it, but I swear that I saw her laughing, as if she had noticed his red face.
“Thank you, Basil. If I stay here, I get closer of my love.” She said.
“You’re welcome, dear. But who is that love of yours?”
“Well, all I can say is that he is the most wonderful man I’ve ever met.”
“I hope he treats you right, as you deserve.”
“He does, don’t worry about it. I just wonder if he feels what I feel.”
In that day, Basil and Olivia spoke a lot together. Dawson had been gone to meet Ophelia, his love, and I kept serving tea and crumpets.
I felt that with that woman, Basil could laugh like he had never laughed.
And I was thankful to her.
…
Day by day, Basil was getting used to a grown Olivia.
In the next morning, when he was going to bathroom, he got surprised when he saw Olivia getting out of it.
“AHHHH!!!!” she screamed.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, my dear… I…” he apologized.
Basil was with his mouth opened because Olivia was naked, only covered by a blue towel. He could see her beautiful and perfectly sculpted legs, so he was surprised that Olivia, the same little girl he had saved years ago, was now the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
“Basil, could you please close your eyes, at least while I’m standing in the front of you?” she asked, ashamed.
Basil obeyed.
“Well, I’m sorry… Olivia… I wasn’t expecting… Well, anyway, can I open them now?”
“NOT YET! WAIT!”
“Oh, my God, what have I done?” Basil thought. “I’m not behaving well with her.”
“Alright, now you can open, I’m away from your sight.” She said.
“Look, Olivia, I’m sorry!!! I should’ve been more gentleman than I was.”
“That’s alright, Basil, not to worry. It was an accident. I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”  
Basil entered in the bathroom, completely ashamed.
But then, Basil thought:
“She was right. She is not a little girl anymore. She’s… a woman.”
He couldn’t believe that he was now thinking about her beautiful legs, about her pretty face and without intention, he imagined her… without the blue towel.
“OH MY GOD, WHAT AM I THINKING????” he asked to himself.
Basil was feeling like a pedophile, but at the same time he couldn’t remember how Olivia looked with eight years old, when they first met.
…
Meanwhile, the newspapers had a certain new that was bringing people to madness and fear.
“BASIL!!!!!! BASIL!!!!!” Dawson screamed, as he entered in the house, with a newspaper in his hands.
Basil was already dressed and ran to Dawson.
“Dawson, what happened??? Why are you screaming like a mad man?” he asked.
“Oh, Doctor, sit down, please. Poor thing, you’re white as a ghost. I’ll bring you some tea.” I said, worried.
“Dr. Dawson, what happened? Why are you so scared?” Olivia asked.
I brought him tea as he sat down to speak.
“Basil, you won’t believe this. You won’t believe this!!” Dawson started.
“Now I’m getting worried!” Basil said.
“The Queen is dead!!”
“WHAT?” we all said.
“And that’s not even the worst. Guess who killed her.”
“Dawson, stop that mystery and give me the newspaper!!” Basil ordered.
He was far from guessing what the doctor was talking about.
When he read the newspaper, he couldn’t believe in his eyes.
“No… It can’t be.” He started.
“What, Basil? What is it?” Olivia asked.
“Who killed our Queen Mousetoria, then? Who was the filthy murderer?” I asked.
“Professor Ratigan.” Basil answered, shocked with his eyes.
“Oh, my Goodness… WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?” Olivia asked, scared and shocked.
“That’s right, that’s what’s bringing people to madness in the streets. We’re all scared.” Dawson said.
“THAT’S NOT POSSIBLE! THAT MAN… HE CAN’T BE ALIVE!!! HE’S DEAD, BASIL, HE’S DEAD! YOU KILLED HIM…” Olivia screamed.
“Hush, my dear, hush… Everything’s going to be fine.” I tried to calm her down, but even I was shocked and scared like a chicken that’s going to be eaten.
“I DIDN’T KILL HIM, ALRIGHT? HE JUST FELL, IT WAS NOT MY FAULT!” Basil screamed, almost crying.
“Of course it wasn’t your fault, I’m sorry… But I don’t understand this… He died.” Olivia said.
“Oh, my God… Oh my God…” Basil said as he read the newspaper.
Basil felt wicker and wicker until he fainted. His body fell right on the cold floor.
“BASIL!!!” Olivia screamed.
“Oh, Basil!” Dawson exclaimed.
“MR. BASIL!” I screamed, worried.
Basil had fainted and while we were trying to bring him back to conscience- what wouldn’t be easy, because I knew how shocking and unexpected this was for him-, Olivia was reading the newspaper.

“RATIGAN’S ALIVE

QUEEN MOUSETORIA MURDERDED BY RATIGAN IN BUCKINGHAM PALACE, IN THE MIDDLE OF A SPEECH, IN FRONT OF MANY PEOPLE.
HE’S SEEKING NOW FOR REVENGE AGAINST BASIL OF BAKER STREET

After 10 years, Ratigan’s back again to show that he’s still alive, even after the Big Ben fall.
Basil of Baker Street didn’t win against the world’s greatest criminal mind.
The Professor was seen by many people, alive and perfectly healthy and after killing the Queen, spoke to those who were there:
“My friends, yes, it’s me, Professor Ratigan. And this time, I came for revenge. I came to finish my career of success, showing that I’m smarter than Basil of Baker Street. I’ve defeated God himself, I’m beaten death!!! I’m here, and came to get revenge from Basil and those who were responsible for my suppose death. I’ll be back for you, Londoners!”
He disappeared with that threat, leaving every Londoners scared and screaming.”