A/N: This fic probably requires some information. I've written another fic for the same series but it's not very good. The characters are Arthur Conan Doyle, Joseph Bell and Innes Doyle, all as portrayed in "Murders Rooms" written by David Pirie. In case you've seen the show this takes place a couple of weeks after the last episode. However, reading the story without having seen the show should be fine.

Just a few notes; Innes and Arthur live in a town in England and Bell lives in Edinburgh. Bell is Doyle's mentor and friend plus former teacher.

Short summary of the episode this relates to: Doyle and Bell investigate a case together with the policeman Lt Blaney. Blaney and Bell are in conflict with each other, mainly because Blaney dislikes Bell's competence and Bell thinks Blaney is a drunk (which he is). There is a disagreement between Bell and Blaney and, apparently, Blaney is right and as a consequence of this a man dies. Bell blames himself. However, in the end of the episode we find out that Blaney was really the murderer and that he killed the man who died to make it look like it was Bell's fault. Blaney kills himself in front of Bell, a policeman and Doyle and the episode ends with Bell advising Doyle to try and forget it and go on with normal life.

Also, Doyle's father is in an asylum. Doyle feels guilty over this because he thinks he should take better care of his father. That's about it. I will add more notes as I go along. But this first chapter should be perfectly understandable.


Dear Dr Bell,

There is something wrong with Arthur. You asked me to write if there was anything wrong. I don't know what's the matter with him but something is. Wrong, I mean. He doesn't sleep at night and he doesn't eat. Could you please talk to him? Or write to him?

Yours,

Innes Doyle

PS Don't tell him I wrote to you.


WRITTEN TO YOUR BROTHER STOP IF YOU WANT COME STAY WITH ME STOP IF A GETS WORSE SEND TELEGRAM STOP MONEY IS ENCLOSED STOP BELL


Dear Doyle,

I realize that it has been a long time since we last spoke, too long I am afraid. Are you well? There is a most resistant flu going around in Edinburgh though I'm glad to say I have not been taken ill.

You will be glad to hear that Sergeant Clark has made full recovery after his shock. Lt Blaney's position has still not been filled but Samuel Ferguson assures me that this is soon to be done. How is you practice coming along?

I have already told you I think it is a pity that we only meet when there is a murder to be investigated. If you can spare a few days you and Innes could perhaps come and visit me in Edinburgh. An American doctor is holding a series of lectures on the subject of Biblical physical phenomena from a medical viewpoint. I am not sure I approve of the topic but I am sure we would both find it interesting if you would care to accompany me.

How is Innes, by the way? Is he still staying with you? Not causing you too much trouble, I hope. If he is with you, tell him I said hello.

Yours,

Joseph Bell


Dear Bell,

Thank you for your letter. I am well. The practice is going well, too. Innes will be staying with me for a few more weeks.

I am very grateful for you offer but I am afraid I cannot afford being away, even for a few days.

Yours,

Arthur Doyle

PS I'm happy about Clark.


Dear Innes,

I wrote to your brother and invited him and yourself to come and visit me in Edinburgh. He declined. You are of course welcome on your own.

Your brother assures me he is well and there is little I can do if he does not care to confide his worries in me. I feel responsible for him (and you) and it hurts me greatly that he is unwell. It is a large burden to put on you, as you are so young, but can you try and talk to him? I am afraid I cannot leave Edinburgh at the moment.

Apart from your brother, are you well? How is school? Arthur said you will be staying for several more weeks, so I assume you are enjoying it. I want you to know that you can always turn to me if something is bothering you.

Yours,

Joseph Bell


Dear Dr Bell,

I tried to speak to Arthur but it's hard because he's almost always in his study or out. When you talk to him he either sort of ignores you or snaps back. I think he tries to be nice but he's not doing a very good job of it.

As for me, I'm well thank you. School is good and I've made a lot of friends. The teacher is nicer than the one I had in Edinburgh. There's a boy called John in my class and he's a very nice chap. We are going to play football together this weekend.

I will write if anything happens. I know you care bout Arthur and me and I'm greatful grateful for it. Will you come and visit us soon?

Yours,

Innes


ARTHUR NOT HOME STOP DO NOT KNOW WHERE HE IS STOP I AM SCARED STOP WILL YOU COME QUESTIONMARK INNES


ARTHUR BACK STOP AM WORRIED STOP HE HAS BLACK EYE AND LOOKS VERY BAD STOP THINK HE HAS BEEN IN FIGHT STOP PLEASE COME STOP INNES


VERY SORRY BUT CANNOT COME STOP I WANT YOU AND ARTHUR TO COME HERE WITH FIRST AVAILABLE TRAIN STOP HAVE SENT TELEGRAM TO STATION AND PAID FOR TICKETS STOP IF HE DOES NOT WANT TO COME COMMA COME YOURSELF STOP A CAN COME LATER STOP TELL YOUR BROTHER HE IS IN TROUBLE STOP BELL


I AM NOT COMING STOP INNES IS STOP THERE IS NOTHING WRONG STOP YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BADGER WITH MY LIFE STOP SEND INNES TO MY MOTHER OR BACK TO ME STOP WHAT DO YOU MEAN TROUBLE QUESTIONMARK DOYLE


INNES IS STAYING WITH ME AND SO ARE YOU WHEN YOU ARRIVE STOP WITH TROUBLE I MEAN I AM GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU CANNOT SIT DOWN FOR A WEEK STOP BELL


YOU ARE NOT SERIOUS STOP DOYLE


AM VERY SERIOUS STOP BE HERE IN TWENTY FOUR HOURS OR IT WILL BE A MONTH STOP BELL


COMING STOP DOYLE


A/N: Next chapter will have a more orthodox style. It's just that I've read a great exchange of telegrams between the Holmes brother and I've always liked letter-based stories. But next chapter will be normal. Even though it might take a while.

And for the record, I have not given up "The Search for Excalibur", I'm just kind of stuck. But the next chapter will hopefully be up next week.

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