As always, the weekend came too soon. Rollie loved being at Sherlock Academy so much he actually cared less for weekends. He did enjoy visiting home to see his family, especially Auntie Ei, but he was always antsy to get back to school and his detective classes.
When the hansom stopped next to the Wilson manor, Rollie waved good bye and headed up the front walk way. He paused before going inside.
An envelope addressed to him was taped to his front door. He recognized the handwriting from other letters he had carried. It was from Mr. Crenshaw—though now Rollie could refer to him by his true name: Herr Zilch.
Rollie gulped and tore open the envelope. He got goose bumps as he read the note.
Well done—you saved your school and your great-aunt. Eileen’s poisoning is just a taste of what I am capable of doing to your loved ones if you do not stay out of my way. You have no idea of the power I have, or of the scope of M.U.S. You would be wise to drop your pursuit of becoming a detective. This is your one and final warning: do not cross me again, or I will attack those you love in more ways than you can imagine. This is a dangerous game.
Regards,
F.A. Zilch