From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M.Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886
The Adventure of Le Serveur de la Mort
Idyllic days under sunny skies
Had taken its toll, I must surmise,
For Holmes has told me ” The game is afoot,
Dress quickly, I will explain en route.”
La Securite Nationale in Paris
Was just a little bit embarrassed
There was a murderer on a spree
On who it was they could not agree.
They knew that Holmes had settled in
With his French Vernet kin.
They took advantage of Honore’, the old man,
Begged for Holmes and I to lend a hand.
The killer was called, Le Serveur de la Mort,
He killed British tourists to settle some score.
If a cup of tea was ordered by a visiting Brit
He would poison the brew with Arsenic.
A simple plan, a teetotaler I played
While Holmes, a waiter, nearby stayed.
At a street-side cafe’ I would order tea
Holmes watched out for the poisoner and me.
I grew so thirsty not drinking a sip
I ordered water, brought the glass to my lip.
Holmes jumped to the table and grabbed my arm,
Not the tea, but the water would do me harm.
The waiter who poisoned the water was near
He looked towards Holmes and I with fear.
I sprang at him to bring him down.
He had a knife! We were on the ground!
He got me good on my arm and my cheek,
Before Holmes could drag him to his feet
And hit him with the poisoned water jug.
The cheering crowd I met with a shrug.
Holmes cleaned my cheek and called the Gendarme.
He wrapped my wound with growing alarm.
He was so pale, he was starting to panic
The sight of my blood had made him frantic.
“I am not hurt badly!” I proclaimed.
“And you are certainly not to blame,
We saved some fellow Englishman
From a painful death in a foreign land.”
I felt a bit faint, I wanted to rest.
We took a cab to our Parisian nest.
Holmes sent for a Doctor, he ordered food and wine,
The hotel staff could not be more kind.
Things finally settled, I was comfortable.
Holmes told me his thoughts, remarkable.
Le Serveur de la Mort was the bastard son
Of a very rich and famous Englishman.
I tried to follow, the wine addled my brain,
It also quite effectively eased my pain.
I saw his concern, he had not touched a drop
I took his hand and made him stop.
“Thank you for letting me into your life
Our Adventures are worth a wound from a knife,
I am so grateful, I could not bear
Losing you and the life that we share.”
Holmes closed his eyes, took a calming breath
What he said next I will never forget.
“Without you my life would be over and done,
For what good is a Holmes without his Watson.”