Y/n Holmes

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The woods near Basilwether Hall

Y/n walks through the woods but pauses at broken branch laid across a path; she's dressed in the gardeners uniform.

"A tree branch broke above me as I was collecting wild mushrooms." Viscount tells Y/n.

She crouches down and examines the branch.

"It should've crushed me."

Y/n runs her finger on the exposed branches inside then a sound catches her attention, causing her to walk over to it. She checks behind her then back and sees a treehouse as a windchime hangs from its branches. 

"Tewkesbury?" Y/n looks up at the treehouse then climbs up with a rope attached to a log. Y/n lifts a trapdoor leading to the treehouse; hideout. She walks over to the railing decorated is different types of flowers and notices a rope ladder, smiling; the view up in the tree is breathtaking. She touches a pressed flower remembering Viscount identifying different flowers and herbs in the field as she touches his hammock. 

Y/n looks at a garden newspaper remembering standing with Tewkesbury in the sunset. She opens his trunk to find different tools and material and remembers him cutting his luggage on the train. 

So this is where you laid your plans.

Y/n finds a book titled: A Laborers Life at London Dock. She flips through the pages finding a photo of people working at Limehouse Lane. 

Or maybe that's what you wanted them to think.

She discovers a maps of London, pulling one from underneath another.

You we're leading them astray.

On one map, the London dock is circled and Limehouse Lane on another. "This must be why Bowler Hat was there...following your breadcrumb trail. So what was your real plan?" Y/n grabs a book and runs her finger on the title: London As It Is Today. She finds flowers pressed between pages and takes one smiling. "Oh, you tickle me, Viscount Tewkesbury, you magnificent Marquess of blooming Basilwether. And you're a cleverer boy than I perhaps gave you credit for." Y/n sees that his flower pressings are on the page about the Covent Garden Market. Perhaps this is where Tewkesbury could be?

"It's not as stable as you think up there!" A woman yells from the ground causing Y/n to get startled at drop the book. 

"Some of those branches are extremely capricious." The woman says as Y/n walks carefully towards the voice revealing that it's The Dowager. "Good Morning. I believe we've already met, though you were dressed differently then."   

"You'd already discovered this, hadn't you?" Y/n asks as she puts her hands on a branch. 

"We found it a few days ago. Would you care to come down?" 

Y/n comes down from the treehouse.

"Did you see anything to report...to your... "employer"?" The Dowager asks as Y/n hops from the rope and panic crosses her face. Y/n turns to The Dowager slowly. 

"Oh. No. Sherlock. Um...He'll probably want to come by."

"What did you say your name was?" The Dowager asks nodding her head.

"May." Y/n removes the gardeners cap from her head and straightens out her hair. "May Beatrice Posy."

"And how old are you, Miss Posy?"

"Twenty-Two."

"I'll have to let the gardener go for lending you his uniform." 

"No. No, I forced him. Tied him up. I know jujitsu." Y/n tells The Dowager as she strikes a fighting pose. "It's a martial art."