son of the bride of the moor (pt. 4)

I'm afraid I wasn't taking the interrogation terribly seriously, partly because I still in Afghanistan for at least one or two of them, and partly because I was...distracted. As anyone would be. He kept trying to smoke his pen.

The village, which consisted of about ten buildings total including houses, did not have a mortuary or coroner or anything of the sort. The body of the dead man was in the local doctor's office until someone could do something more useful with it. Lestrade asked me to look at it, I presume out of a combination of wanting to see if I looked guilty and lack of any other options since the local doctor was...not in a state to draw any useful conclusions. 

We went there. I looked at the body. Sherlock, I'm sure you'll all be shocked to learn, wanted to see it. I did not think that was advisable. He started crying, got confused when that didn't work, and started crying for real. That was fun. He can be quite loud when he wants to be. 

Mycroft got fed up and asked if he could walk home on his own. It was a relatively short walk, in broad daylight. I said yes. I wish I hadn't. 

I got Sherlock calmed down slightly. Lestrade drove us back to the Hall. We found Mr Hudson had hit Mrs Hudson, kidnapped Mycroft, and escaped onto the moor.