For any Sherlock Holmnes fans here...

"How many constables have you?" asked Holmes.
"There are three within call."
"Excellent! May I ask if they are all large, able-bodied men with powerful voices?"
"I have no doubt they are, though I fail to see what their voices have to do with this." Aegisfield's face was a very picture of puzzlement.
"Perhaps I can help you to see that and one or two other things as well," said Holmes. "Kindly summon your men, and I will try."
Five minutes later, three members of the Athkatla watch were assembled in the bar of the Crooked Crane tavern.
"In the stables yonder you will find a considerable quantity of straw," said Holmes. "I will ask you to carry in two bundles of it. I think it will be of the greatest assistance in producing the witness whom I require. Thank you very much. I believe you have some tinder in your pack, Watson? Now, Inspector, would you kindly send one of your constables for a bucket of water? Put the straw on the floor here, please. Now... I think we are ready."
Aegisfield's face had begun to grow red and angry.
"I don't know if you are playing a game with us, Mr. Holmes," said the Athkatla Inspector. "If you know anything, you can surely say it without all this tomfoolery."
"I assure you, my good Aegisfield, that I have an excellent reason for everything I do. Might I ask you, Watson, to open that window, and then to put a match to the straw?"
I did so, and driven by the draught a coil of gray smoke swirled across the bar while the dry straw crackled and flamed.
"Now we must see if we can find this witness for you, Aegisfield. Might I ask you to join in the cry of 'fire'? Now then, one, two, three -"
"FIRE!" We all yelled.
"Thank you. I will trouble you once again."
"FIRE!"
"Just one more, Gentlemen, and all together."
"FIRE!!!" The shout must have rang across Athkatla.
It had hardly died away when something amazing happened. A door suddenly flew open out of what appeared to be solid wall at the far end of the bar, and a wizened corpse lurched out of it, like a badger from its' burrow.
"Capital!" said Holmes, calmly. "Watson, throw a bucket of water over the straw. That will do! Aegisfield, allow me to present your principal missing witness, Bob the Liche, the thief of the Sunblade, Daystar."

Tancred

The thoughts that eccod through the Lichs mind were why oh why didnt I just memorise protection from fire. Very good Tancred I am a fan. Of arthur conan doyla that is I like you too though.

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(deleted)sorry double post

[This message has been edited by jabidas (edited 06-11-2001).]

I'm touched. http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif

Thanks, Tancred! Excellent! So interesting to read! (Of course, I'm Holmes fan http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif )
LOL, Jabidas! I think Holmes KNEW that unfortunate lich hadn't memorized Protection from fire spell. Usually Holmes knows nearly everything http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif

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Sincerely Yours,
Tanda

And if he doesn't, Mycroft would.

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Philosophically, I'm chaotic evil. In practice, well.... (Dang conscience!)

And just what was this babbling nonsense of a post suppose to do? Because I have no idea.

Entertain, amuse, inform - or all three at once! I guess you're not a Holmes fan, then... to clarify, the above post refers to the end of 'The Adventure of the Norwood Builder', in which Holmes discovers a supposed murdered man hiding in a secret compartment in his house. I noticed the parallel with the Lich in the Crokked Crane, and one night got typing!