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{ASSM}  The Strange Case of the Missing Madonna ~ A Holmes & Hove
adventure Chapter three of several) [Yotna El'toub]
(FF,MM(suggested),MC,NC,magic. Caution: blasphemous)

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult
nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is
18+ please abide to your own local laws.

Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The
characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in
my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental
and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are
pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult
sexuality should remain only in the adult world.

Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands
of minors.
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***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Due to the subject matter this Holmes and
Hove adventure will contain not only sex, but blasphemous
content. I have no desire to upset people or their deeply held
belief's, so if this is likely to upset you; stop reading *NOW*.
If you continue to read despite my warning my conscience is
clear, as *YOU* have made a free choice.
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Mary woke early, as was her way. But this day she did not rush to
rise. She lay still, swaddled in the twisted sheets, her mind
consumed by the fierce embrace that William had laid on her last
evening. She knew he should not have given into his temptation,
but she forgave him that easily.

She was however harsher on herself. She had been brought up to
know better. She knew the fate of the adulteress, yet it was not
the warning fires of hell that warmed her blood. No to her shame,
it was William's urgent touch. The thoughts faded as soon as he
spoke.

"Come on Mary, move thy self, or you will be late for the
Reverend." Thomas chided from the bedroom door.

"I may not go to the vicarage today Thomas my love." She replied.

"Why are thee ill Mary?" Thomas asked, his grey eyes showing
naught but concern.

"I am..." Mary coughed, "I am unsure if I should ever return
there Thomas."

Thomas crossed the room and sat on the edge of their bed, he
stroked back his almost white hair with a trembling hand. "But
why? Has something happened?"

"A valuable icon has vanished from the vestry."

"Why should that concern you," Thomas paused, "Surely they do not
think you took it?"

"No, nothing like that. It is just that since the theft the
vicarage seems unwelcoming, even evil."

"Mary I am shocked. How can you, of all people, say such a thing?
No, this will not do. If you leave now you will be suspected. I
forbid it!"

"Please Thomas, I know my own mind in this." Mary protested.

"I have spoken Mary, and as your husband and your elder I know
better of these things. You will do as I direct you, and no more
of this foolhardy attitude."

So saying Thomas reached over and picked up the bible that sat
beside his side of the bed.

"Now let me see, yes, yes this is it. Read here Mary and be
guided, see Proverbs 'If thou faint in the day of adversity, thy
strength is small'."  Thomas smiled down at Mary patiently.

"Yes Thomas, I see." Mary said quietly.

"Good! The answer to all things is in here Mary. We shall
speak of this no more. I must go now; the farm will not tend
itself." So saying Thomas rose stiffly and limped towards the
door. "Maybe this day the Lord will even loosen my aching bones."

"I pray it is so Thomas."

"You are a good wife Mary, try to avoid the petulance of youth
and you will surely prosper." Thomas smiled indulgently and
closed the bedroom door.

Mary sighed once, deeply, and then rose to face the day ahead.


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Holmes paced steadily, puffing deeply on his beloved pipe. His
brow was furrowed with the effort of his consternation. Hove
looked on expectantly, as he knew the symptoms well. As if to a
cue Ned stopped pacing, turned and focussed his steady gaze
on Brighton.

"This is our plan of campaign. I will go to the library and study
the texts on the illuminati and the notorious Hellfire club. I
want you to go to the Cartographer in Regent Street; there you
will acquire the most detailed maps you can of Henley, West
Wycombe and Medmenham. Both modern day maps and also maps drawn
in the late Eighteenth Century."

Hove nodded.

"We need to understand our enemy if we are to defeat him."
Holmes murmured.

"And regain this accused icon, eh what, old boy." Added Brighton.

"Forget the icon Hove, it is but a diversion. A device to fool
the uncertain follower. All it does is help the illuminati in
their quest to rule us all. Gain the mind of man and his heart
will soon follow"

"Yes, precisely - my thoughts entirely Ned. So we destroy the
icon, and free them!"

"You miss my point, we must expose the icon for the subterfuge
it is. We must undermine the mind games of the illuminati. It is
the only way, and somewhere there is a clue how to do it. The
clue is what we must find and soon - for I fear the game is
afoot."

Brighton scratched the back of his head with gusto.

"I think I will just go and get these maps Holmes and leave
you to puzzle this one through."

"Excellent, yes do, do. Oh and Brighton - be careful."

"Really Holmes I doubt if a map shop contains too much for me
to fear. Toodle-pip old bean."

Holmes did not reply, he had begun to pace once more.


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William Pearson was in top form. He had slept like a top and
now he ate a hearty breakfast. He shifted his seat back a
little and pushed his almost empty plate away, he then drained
the last of his tea with relish.

"You are very quiet this morning Mary, are you quite well?"

"Quite well Reverend, I am just a little upset about the events
of last evening." Mary said shyly.

"Really, what events would they be Mary?"

"Surely you remember?"

"How can I remember anything, when I arrived home you had
already departed for the day."

"Departed, but..." Mary's reply was cut short.

"No need to apologise Mary. I was extremely late back. I did not
expect you to wait for me." William paused, "Still I must away
now, tempus fugit Mary. Oh, and please, give my regards to
Thomas when you see him."

Mary slumped down in William's vacated chair, just as soon as she
heard the front door close. Tears streamed down her face, did she
imagine last night she wondered? Or was William being
insufferably cruel? He did seem very different. Was she going
mad?

Her fevered brain stopped in its deliberations. Someone was
singing. Someone was singing upstairs! Slowly Mary made her way
up the staircase, avoiding the creaky steps. Steadily she worked
her way towards the sound issuing from William's bedroom.

"Early one morning, just as I was rising,
I heard a sweet maiden in the valley below,"

Mary gazed unbelievingly at the naked back of a woman wearing
only her drawers. She sat before the mirror of William's
dresser, and brushed her auburn hair vigorously.

"Oh, don't deceive me, Oh never leave me,
How could you treat a poor maiden so!"

Without warning the woman turned and looked directly into
Mary's eyes. With a flick of her eyes the temptress encouraged
Mary to look lower, and feast her senses on the smooth hillocks
of her breasts. Without a word the woman rose and moved to the
bed, where she reclined. She raised a lazy hand and beckoned
Mary to her side.

Mary felt her legs respond, despite her mind and soul; she
stumbled toward the succubus. Once at the creatures side Mary
stiffened, her body attempting to rebel against the fingers that
stole under her dress hem and slid upwards along her calf.

The vision spoke.

"I am Clarice, and we shall be friends. Close friends."

Mary tried to turn, to run, to resist, but something in the
voice held her still. It was the feeling of Clarice's hand on
her thigh that broke the trance. At last she could move!

Mary bent forward and took Clarice's hard right nipple bud
between her lips. Somewhere deep in Mary's mind a verse from
proverbs echoed.


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He sat far back in his cab seat, he was travel-weary. But at
least he was on the jpurneys final leg. He gazed out at the thick
London fog and shuddered. Even through the yellow haze he knew
where he was; this was Threadneedle Street, they had made good
time.

"Hya up! Gwan now..." Called the driver in his impenetrable accent.

The carriage swung to the left and rattled over the cobblestones
of Finch Lane. At once he realised where he was headed. 'The
George and Vulture' he thought, and smiled wryly, 'So
traditional, so predictable, so very English.'

He stalked into the bar and saw that his host was already there.
Without hesitation he walked to Dashwood. When he spoke he could
barely contain his irony.

"Where else brother, where else." His smile was easy and
deceptively warm.

"You would rather we met at the caves?" Asked Dashwood, his face
a mask of concern.

"No, not at all. This place has a longer tradition than the caves,
Dashwood - it seems appropriate."

"Good, I would not want to offend you..." Dashwood waited for his
guest to supply his name.

"You have not, and you may call me Membre Sancti." His guest
replied.

"One of the inner circle, I am honoured Membre Sancti." Dashwood
templed his fingers, blowing on them lightly.

"Indeed, due to the importance of your mission to the brethren.
Mind you, should you fail the response will be more immediate and
less respectful."

"As is understood. How may I assist?"

"I need news of the diversion."

"It progresses well Membre Sancti, the girl is convinced and our
cover is in place. We have one issue to settle prior to making
our move."

"Which is?" The guest scowled.

"The disposal of a private investigator, nothing to concern the
circle, I assure you."

"May I hold your hands Dashwood?"

"Of course." Dashwood separated his fingertips and dropped his
now dry hands into the gloved hands of his guest.

The Membre Sancti closed his eyes and gripped Dashwood's hands in
his vice-like grip. Dashwood grimaced, partly due to his crushed
digits, but mostly due to presence of another in his mind.
Eventually the examination ended and the guest opened his dark
eyes.

"Your heart is true to the brotherhood, but your mind is too
certain. Keep this investigator alive, the brethren may have a
use for him."

"But we have decided on our action." Dashwood protested.

"No. Let me be very precise with my English. The fact is you had
decided. The decision is revoked!" The Membre Sancti brought his
gloved fist down on the table with enough force to temporarily
silence the public house chatter.

Dashwood went to swallow, but he lacked the spittle. Meekly he
nodded.

"Here are your orders, follow them to the letter. Use the dark
arts as you must, but be aware these are just our disguise. Do
not make the mistake of your forebears and let them seduce you.
That way lies death, not salvation."

"Of course, I obey." Dashwood bowed his head.

"Now my indulgent brother, I am tired - are my rooms prepared."

"They are indeed Membre Sancti, to the letter of your stated
requirements."

"That is most gratifying. Farewell - for we shall not meet in the
morrow, my task leads me onwards Dashwood, always onwards."

"I understand your grace, goodnight."

The tall man stood and made his way to the stairs, he did not
look back.

"You are in room..." Dashwood's voice was stilled by the
dismissive wave of the Membre Sancti's right hand.

Neither of the men noticed the interest paid to them by a
gentleman who sat beside the stairwell. He did not draw attention
to his presence in any way, he just quietly and thoughtfully
smoked his pipe.

The tall man reached the first floor, and walked unerringly to
the third door on the right in the low corridor. He opened the door
and looked towards the occupied bed. He smiled when he saw the
locks of curly dark hair covering both the identical pillows.

Dashwood was good to his word. The Membre Sancti crossed to the
bed and roughly pulled back the covers. His eyes feasted on the
two erect man stalks that, as yet, stood untouched.

For the first time since leaving the inner sanctum the Membre
Sancti removed his fine leather gloves.


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To be continued...


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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub May 2006
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