((Oh, fancy dress parties are the BEST!!!! I hope you have a lovely time))
((Plan also sounds good to me!))
John follows Sherlock out, and together they walk into the local village and find the pub. It is open now, fairly empty, only the late stragglers from breakfast remaining, most of whom were older. Sherlock is spotted by one of the workers and approached.
"Oy, you're that fellow who was in 'ere last night, weren't you? Sorry about the trouble you got from Jimmy and the boys. They're not bad normally, but after a few drinks they don't always keep the best judgement."
Sherlock says nothing in reply, but nods his head stiffly in acknowledgement of the apology.
The man then introduces himself as Arnold, the owner of the pub. He is a large man in his early 60s, ruddy-faced, dark hair liberally streaked with gray, and one of those warm personalities that made John think of the uncle everyone wants to get a seat next to at family dinners. Easy to talk to, good listener, knows when and how to give advice, inherently trustworthy. From this impression, John suspected there was a very good chance this man knew something about the maid's whereabouts- he also seemed like the man who knows everyone in the village, an unofficial benevolent patriarch who watches over everyone. Sherlock also seems to pick up on this and John can see him deciding how best to get information from the man. Before he can put on a fake personality though, Arnold claps his hands together and laughs.
"Hold on now, I know you! You're that detective fellow who's all famous in London, the one with the odd name! What is it...Sheldon? Shylock?"
"Sherlock," John cuts in, "Sherlock Holmes."
"Yes! Sorry about that, never had a head for remembering names without meeting someone. So that must make you the other one, the writer on the internet, ummm..."
"John, Watson."
"Yes, thank you. Are you..." he makes a back and forth motion between the two of them, "I remember there being some sort of to-do in the papers about the detective coming out and having a boyfriend, and last night you said you were engaged. His flatmate, I believe, which didn't seem to surprise anyone. Are you the same person?"
"Yes, I am."
"Well, congratulations. Lots of the folk around here are a bit more conservative minded, but I say if you're happy and find someone who's right for you, that's all that really matters. Seen too many people get hurt because they married the person they thought was proper rather than the person who they fit with. Besides which, my brother ended up gay and he has the nicest little place in the next village over, his man Ned has a fantastic eye for decorating. It's really amazing what they've done with the place."
John is ready to tell the man to shut up, and he can see Sherlock is 3 seconds away from throwing something.
"Well that's lovely. You are correct though, this is Sherlock, and as you know his job, you can guess we are here for an investigation," his voice instinctively drops so as not to carry to the other pub members.
This sobers Arnold up very quickly, "Oh, I see. Well I don't know if I can help much."
"We're not the police," John assures him, "this is a completely private matter. We are wanting to find the maid of Count DeMauley. She has gone missing recently. Any information you could give us would be very helpful."
John still sees hesitation in the man's face.
"Rest assured sir, we are not planning on dragging her back to the Count. If she has left for a reason and wishes to remain invisible to the Count, we will let her be. All we want is to get answers to some questions from her and ensure that she is safe. There is a very good chance we could help her with whatever it is that caused her to leave. Please, Arnold."
Arnold hums and runs a hand over his face. He then insists they sit down and all drink some coffee while he talks.
"Look, I didn't know Rachel had left, but I'm glad to hear it. That poor girl has been miserable for months now, and it had something to do with the manor. I'm not sure what, when I asked her she would never give straight answers, but any fool could see something was wrong. She used to be a sweet, happy girl- always had a smile, kind to everyone. She was in her upper twenties, but seemed 5 years younger just because there was something so alive and optimistic about her. Lately she had lost all of that. I've known the lass since she was a child, but I ain't never seen her like this and it's been breaking my heart. I kept telling her to leave, get a job somewhere else. I even offered to hire her here for a bit, just until she found other work. She never did though- always said she wanted to, but she couldn't. She stopped coming in as often, and when she did come in she would look nervous. I would see her talking to people I didn't know, or people I know are bad people. Caught her hanging about with Jack Hammond and the like, warned her off. Told her not to get caught up with troublemakers like them, she was better than that. After that I only saw her come in once more, about a month ago, with Ed Brunton from the manor. They didn't stay for long, but...something seemed a bit off between them, not sure what. They normally get along easy, joke around and whatnot, but none of that was going on."
Arnold looks down heavily.
"If anyone knows what's going on with Rachel, it would be her sister, Emily," he scribbles an address down on a napkin, "You can tell her I sent you over, should help. She works from home and if you head over now the baby will be napping. I'll warn you though, she might not be willing to talk if she thinks it's better for Rachel. She's been taking care of her little sister since Rachel was born, beat up Jack Hammond when she was six because she found out he had made Rachel cry in school. It's a fierce love between them both, they'd do anything for each other."
John takes the napkin and shakes Arnold's hand. They also quickly get Helen's address, though Arnold seems slightly skeptical about how helpful she will be- he says nothing against the woman, just rolls his eyes a bit at her name. They then head out of the pub.
"So, who first, Emily or Helen?"
((This work ok? Sort of just made it up off the top of my head. I am fairly overtired and only had cold tea to keep me up long enough to quickly finish this before bed, so I apologize if it doesn't have a ton of solid substance to it. I checked the names you made for our maid and butler- Rachel and Brunton. Gave Brunton a first name because it sounded like a surname to me, then decided to name one of the gang members Jack. No idea if we want him to be an important gang member, or just an asshole minor member. Again, hope you have a fun time at your ball!))