HImitsuDetective

With one hand Sherlock flipped open the journal, and with the other picked me up to move me out of the way. He propped my hand up at the elbows, giving me a virtual chair from which to look down at the book. Grabbing ahold of one of his fingers I moved backwards, trying to get myself situated in such an unusual position. Using his free hand the detective flattened the first page of the journal, revealing a mass of scribbling handwriting. “It’s written in a code,” I observed, looking down at the book in interest. “Not any one I’ve ever seen though.” The letters looked like a mix of Greek and Japanese, if th