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━︎━︎ IN WHICH SHE FIGURES OUT HIS LOCATION

Mycroft Holmes walked into the barber's with his head held high. He immediately sat down with a sigh on a seat whilst eyeing the man on the seat beside him.

"A simple shave, please, Martin".

The barber started to untie Mycrofts tie as his head was still held high with pride. The eldest Holmes looked to the side for a split second and saw the man — Lestrade — giving him a small grin, which he ignored and looked back at himself in the mirror.

"Their names?" He asked with another sigh.

"May Beatrice Posy and Frances Browning".

"The first one, she looked?"

"Small, dark, young" the man described.

"How young?" Mycroft asked, now eyeing Lestrade with his head slightly tilting in the chair.

"Barely past 20"

Mycroft hummed in response as the barber pulled the apron over him. "Her mind?"

"Sharp as a tack. And what she knew of Sherlock. . ."

"Oh, she knew a great deal?"

"As much as I"

"The other one?"

"Small, dark hair, young — around the same age as the first one — and she kept zoning out. . ."

"Interesting. . ." Mycroft responded as the barber applied shaving cream onto his beard. "Another sycophant. How very exciting"

"Will you tell me who they are?"

"Do you have any sense of where they might've gone?"

"Oh, you wish to track them down"

"I've been engaged in trying to do so for a number of days" Mycroft reaponded.

"Of course! She's your sister and. . . her friend — the murd — "

Mycroft lets out a 'ts-k' noise as he moved his head sharply to the side, trying to stop the man from fisnishing his sentence.

"Keep your mouth shut!" He said in a whisper shout. "Yes. And I believe I explicitly told you to look for them"

"W— You explicitly told me to look for a scrappy girl with no poise and possible for a wild girl with bushy hair and severe anger issues! These were women with extreme poise"

"Oh, there are wild thing underneath, that I assure you" Mycroft said as he stopped the barber from cutting his beard so he would move his head to look at the man. "Find them, and you will be well rewarded"

. . .

Edith and Enola walked through the forest on the Basilwether grounds in the clothes they had swapped with the two gardeners. Birds chirped in the distance as air blew through trees, creating a slight whistling noise.

Enola came to a halt as she crouched down in front of a tree branch. Something seemed to go through Enola's mind as her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

She then stood back up and carried on walking, Edith behind her.

"The tree branch was cut. . ." Enola said, more speaking to herself at the moment.

"W-what?" Edith said, as confused as ever.

"Tewkesbury said a tree branch fell on him, nearly killing him. The tree branch was cut".

"I- I don't remember"

"Because you were having problems with your anger issues and you stomped off".

"I do not have anger issues!" Edith protested.

Enola decided to ignore her friend and carried on walking, observing her surroundings.

Edith scoffed as she noticed something in the trees above them. So without saying anything to Enola she approached that something that look like a tree house.

Enola walked off into another direction as Edith begun climbing the rope ladder with slight struggle, but she got there eventually with a grunt. She pushed herself up onto the wooden floors of the tree house and stoop up, wiping dust from her brown trousers.

Edith looked around her surrounding, it reminded her a bit of the previous tree house she used to live in before this adventure, but this one was beautiful and made carefully from wood, it was tidy and there wasn't paint splattered all over the floor.

Edith looked out of the edge of the treehouse as she held onto a branch. To say the view was amazing was an understatement. You could see Basilwether from there if you looked through the leaves.

Edith sight was suddenly caught by an open bokk that had purple flower pressings inside. It reminded her of the day they met, when she called him Flower boy.

She opened a leather chest that had many tools inside. Edith guesses that was where the he had gotten the knife to open the bag he had fallen on the train.

"So this is where you laid your plans" Edith whispered to herself with a small smile playing on her face. "Or maybe that's what you wanted them to think. . . You were leading them astray"

Edith crouched down and pulled out a map from one of the small tables. She traced her fingers on the circles that were drawn onto the map, circle if certain points in England.

"What is your real plan, Flower Boy?" Edith asked herself as she opened a book that had a page marked off with flattened flowers. At the sight she let out a chuckle and held the flower close to her face, observing it as she twirled in in her fingers. "Oh, you tickle me, Flower Boy, you intelligent Marquees of blooming Basilwether, you might not be as idiotic as I thought"

"It's not as stable as you think" Edith heard from below, causing her to gasp as she dropped the book. "Some of those branches are extremely capricious. . ." Edith took small steps towards the edge of the tree house to take a look at who was there. "Good morning, I believe we've already met, though you were dressed differently then"

Edith finally looked out at who was there, immediately recognising the woman as Tewkesbury's grandmother.

"H- hello" Edith said hesitantly with a small smile.

. . .

"You've already discovered this haven't you?" Enola asked as her and the lord's grandmother walked a front, Edith trailing behind with her hands in her pockets.

"We found it a few days ago" she said and then stopped walking as she turned around to face Edith "did you see anything to report to your . . . 'Employer'?"

"Eh. . . No, I don't think so" Edith replied as she too stopped walking.

"May I have a word with you Miss Frances?"

"Yes, of course"

The elderly woman gave Enola a quick look and she got the memo of the woman wanting a conversation in private with Edith.

Once Enola had moved away to a distance where she couldn't hear the conversation the woman took a step towards Edith and grabbed her arm harshly, causing Edith to suck in a breath and furrow her eyebrows.

I have nothing to say, have a good day, love you