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Heavy steps came behind me, I jumped forward the integrity of the escape, but I was late. The steps came in an archaeological and an iron fist that grabbed my arms. I started screaming, but a palmwood was put on my mouth, and near my ears a deep voice, he said angrily: If you move or cry, I would be killed. She froze from panic. With wide eyes, I stared at the dark and could not move, I could barely breathe while standing up. I left his grip, Yousrai, and she sneaked around me to stick to both arms strongly to put them on my side, with a back motivation to press what I would think was a stone wall if I did not know that he was his chest. He raised his hand from my mouth, but in a moment before my shivering lips could be a sound, and in the weak light of the street I saw the gloss of iron. Long and smooth blade as a piece of snow; We reach a knife. Can Enola the younger sister of the most famous investigator, Sherlock Holmes, be superior to him in her first adventure?