had landed on the glider. Fire burst out on the left side of the wing.
âHang on!â Emma called. She swung the glider straight at a forest of trees as the fire began to engulf the hang glider.
Chapter 10: Introducing The Baker Street Youth Detectives
Emma shivered slightly and pulled the blanket tighter around her body. She watched as the fire trucks squirted water upon the remains of the burning windmill and airship debris. Water! Ughh! she thought to herself.
When the twinsâ hang glider had caught on fire, Emma had seen a small pond in a nearby forest. With a loud SPLASH! she had crashed the glider into the pondâs water and muck, saving both herself and Jimmy, but leaving them covered in mud and gunk.
Jimmy was now off with a doctor, getting his arm put in a cast. Heâd broken his right arm in the fall, when it smacked against a hidden boulder, and he was now getting it set. âYou be careful with that arm of yours, young man,â the doctor told him. âI donât want any more accidents while you heal, certainly no flying in gliders or airships.â
âYes sir,â Jimmy said weakly. His arm hurt, but he was more afraid of what his parents would say when they saw him.
Jimmy was about to find out when a row of cabs arrived at the scene. Stepping out of the cabs were several police officers, Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, Mr. and Mrs. MacDougall, and a rather large man Jimmy had never set eyes on before. This large man had a cab all to himself, and Emma noted that when he got out of the cab, it seemed to lift up an extra five inches from the ground. Who was this well-dressed hefty fellow? And why was he with Sherlock Holmes and her parents?
âEmma! Jimmy!â Mrs. MacDougall called out. She gave the twins a big hug.
âOuch!â yelped Jimmy. âWatch my arm.â
âIt serves you right, James!â Mrs. MacDougall scolded Jimmy, calling him by his real name. âYou and your sister could have been seriously hurt. You could have died. If I had only known what you were up to, I would have locked you away!â
âIf you had locked them away, Frances, then my home would be destroyed, and most of London would be burning like that windmill,â explained Sherlock Holmes to Mrs. MacDougall, pointing at the flaming rubble. âIt is because of your children that we have the notorious mad bomber and his henchmen in custody.â
âYou caught them?â Emma asked, surprised at how quickly they had moved.
âYes,â Sherlock explained. âWhen Steven told us everything about the tent, I dashed off with the police as fast I could. We arrived at the tent, soon after your departure, and arrested the goons who helped the bomber. Next, we continued pursuing the airship and saw the mad bomber parachute out of the gondola. We apprehended him when he landed.â
âBut who was he, Mr. Holmes?â Jimmy asked.
âHe was none other than Sheldon Howe, a former member of British Intelligence, working on a flying device for the British government,â came the answer from the heavy stranger. âAllow me to introduce myself,â the man continued. âI am Mycroft Holmes, Sherlockâs older brother, and I work for the British government.â
âCaw! I canât believe both Holmes brothers are here,â Mr. MacDougall stated in awe.
âBut if Mr. Howe was working for you, then why did he attack London?â Emma asked Mycroft.
âBecause he was angry at me. Sheldon wanted us to develop a fleet of his airships. He was working alongside a man by the name of Charles Davis. While Sheldon was working on airships, Charles was creating something he calls an aerial plane. In the end, we were afraid that the airships were too dangerous because of their flammable gas,â Mycroft noted, pointing to what was left of the windmillâs flames. âWe cancelled the airship project and funded the aerial plane one instead.