Spurlock Holmes Chapter 10

The duo made their way in the general direction Tiffany indicated. Approximately four minutes later, they came upon an old, run-down, two-story house. Spurlock straightened his coat dramatically. "Hmph. This must be the place. Seems as though Little Girl was of use to us after all." He glanced at his partner, who didn't remove his gaze from the building. "You know, Mr. Holmes, I don't think this is-" Spurlock cut in, "THE right approach?" Couldn't agree more, old chum. Going through the front door would be far too orthodox, and I'd wager this place is loaded with booby-traps of the cleverest caliber." "No, Mr. Holmes, I don't mean-" "TO imply they're slicker than I? My God, it's as if we had a telepathetic connection between us!" Vincent just stared at him for few seconds, in awe of Holmes' oddness. Then started, "So-" "WE SHALL DIVIDE AND SURELY CONQUER!" He lowered his hat, and quickly turned left. "I'll sneak in from the back window, you sneak in through the front. Let's MOVE!" Vincent sighed in surrender and walked straight to the front door, giving it a few knocks. The door swung open to reveal a dark, ghastly interior and a tall, slender middle-aged man. "May I help you, sir?" "Yes. Uh... Sorry to disturb you, but might this be Igor's Orphanage?" The tall man dressed in pure black smiled back, "Ah, the orphanage. I'm afraid that's just a hop, skip and a jump back the way you came! On foot it should be no more than..." He checks his watch. "Ten hours." Vincent looked at him in shock. "Egads, that's quite the inconvenience. Oh, well, thank you for your-" BONK! A loud sound like that of a blunt object being whacked against a back window by an idiot resounded through the house. Vincent merely buried his face in his hands. BONK! The doorman looked back inside, then again at his visitor. "What's the meaning of this?" BONK! "I'm sorry, sir, you see-" BONK! BONK! BONK! "WHO'S THERE?!" He stomped back inside, slamming the door inches from Vincent, who rushed around the right side of the house. "Good heavens, I should have kept an eye on that fool..." Running as fast as his stout body would allow, he soon crossed paths with a young, skinny, poorly-dressed boy. He halted immediately, peering at him in concern. BONK. "Ohhh, damn it all... Sorry, lad, my questions must wait. Don't move, I'll be back in a moment!" He continued his sprint while the boy only stared blankly.