It has come to my attention, in a rather unfortunate manner, that this Mr. James Ardan is indeed, as I expected, not who he claimed to be. For the purpose of keeping this discrete to those reading my blog, I shall only highlight certain aspects of the events which have been taking place over the past few days.
Being that this is mainly for my own peace of mind, I expect only a select few shall be interested, or curious enough to read past this introduction.
My mistakes are generally few, but when I, the so called ''Great Mycroft Holmes'' over look a detail, or simply ignore my gut instinct the consequences are (or tend to be) great.
Saturday the twenty-ninth of October, two-thousand and eleven, at seven O'clock exactly, I left 221B Baker Street after having tea with my younger brother, in order to meet ''Mr. Ardan'' where we attended The Ivy to dine. Little to my knowledge, my phone had slipped out of my pocket whilst at 221B, being found by Sherlock. Having hacked into my personal mobile, he took it upon himself to pay a trip to Mummy, no doubt in order to prove his suspicions to her that I was indeed dating James. (Nothing was confirmed at this moment in time.) The two decided to follow me back to The Ivy, for reasons I am still unclear on. Whilst in The Ivy, I was noticed by my father (apparently) and my elder brother, Sherrinford, who took it upon himself to keep Mummy and Brother informed of my actions via text.
After the meal, Mr. Ardan and I took a trip to the local cinema, where Sherrinford followed us. Half way through the film, he sent a text to Mummy, explaining that Mr. Ardan had kissed me.
Deciding it would be best to avoid my family for a short while, I returned home and unplugged the land-line, taking in a few large glasses of brandy. It was only shortly after this, that my attention seeking brother decided to fake hanging himself. Calling his bluff, I had him sent to a hospital, where the CCTV went down for four minutes, enough time for Moriarty to have my brother taken from his room and placed into an SUV which sped off only ten to fifteen minutes before I, myself, arrived. With no traceable tracks to follow, I managed to convince Lestrade to allow me to stay on the site, where I was glad to receive a phone call informing me that my younger brother had been returned home safely, with no physical harm.
Having noticed Mr. Ardan moving towards Sherlock's room before the Cameras went down, I became instantly suspicious of this, and so decided to distance myself from James. After this event, Sherlock and I sat down and discussed the the appearance of Jim Moriarty, and with Mr. James Ardan matching the profile exactly, asides the Westwood suit, I believed with very little doubt that they were one in the same.
Avoiding Mr. Ardan did not go at all in my favour - Mummy had been kidnapped and my nephew knocked unconscious after I had agreed to meet James on Wednesday the second of October. Several members of the defending team I had sent were shot dead, and the only contact I had with Mummy was the red flashing light, symbolising her movement on my phone.
It was at this point that I was contacted by Jim Moriarty using an anonymous number, though his identity was later confirmed to me as Mr. James Ardan himself. My suspicions were correct - he informed me that I had taken too long and he was an impatient man. Informing me of my new nephew, Ewan, I immediately visited Mummy as soon as she was returned.
We are still to be meeting next Wednesday at six O'clock. Somehow I doubt things shall be going down well for me, however, there are greater things at risk here.
All in all, things could have been much worse, though at the same time, much better. All I can say is roll on Wednesday, and until then, I shall hope for the best.
~Mycroft Holmes.
