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“I must be honest, Holms, my knowledge of older actresses and popular singers in this modern day and age is limited.”
“As is mine,” Holms confessed. “We must use the knowledge of others, it is the only way. Telephone Alexander and have him call on us.”
“You imagine he is he some kind of expert?”
“Perhaps, but more importantly, I would imagine he would know what type would appeal to young Henderson.”
At that very moment Mrs Houston entered and announced the arrival of Mr Fergus Alexander and Holms could not resist having a small joke. “By Jove, that was fast, Wilson, hardly saw you move.”
Alexander barged his way in, frantically flourishing a piece of paper above his head. “News, Mr Holms, news! We’ve received a ransom demand!”
I could not resist a little stab at Holms myself. “Ransom demand? That rather blows your theory, Holms.”
Holms took the piece of paper and scanned it with his piercing eyes. “Woman's handwriting, at least I am right there.”
But after the briefest examination he thrust it back at the football manager. “This is not a ransom demand, Alexander.”
The Scotsman seemed dumbfounded. “What? 'Course it is. Clearly demands that United release Henderson from his contract with the club.”
“It's Liverpool, I knew it!” I cried.
“Nonsense,” Holms answered, “A ransom demand is like any other transaction, there must be benefit to both parties. What would it benefit United to trade Henderson’s freedom for release from his contract. They might have his carcass returned, yet they could not play him.”
“Hadn't thought of that,” Alexander admitted.
“This is an absurdity, and is intended only to throw us off the track. It threatens nopenalty if the demands are not met.”
“It could mean the kidnapper is inexperienced,” I ventured.
“We must forget this notion of kidnapping,” Holms advised. Henderson has run away with an older woman.”
“Are you sure?” Alexander asked.
“The facts do not lie,” Holms replied emphatically.
“But what's the point in finding him then?” Alexander begged, “If he’s decided to give up the game for some wrinkled tart.”
“I shall find your Captain and return him to you,” Holms promised. “ After that it is down to you, and your powers of persuasion, to convince him to return to his post.”
“I'll put up his wages!” Alexander promised.
“Now, be seated, Mr Alexander, and tell me all you know about the private Jimmy Henderson.”