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Holmes is back and…the game is still afoot! The year is 1899 and Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson are at home at 221B Baker Street as London endures its coldest winter in memory. Then comes a telegram from Sir Henry Baskerville, Baronet, filled with fearful premonitions and a supposed sighting of the ghost of Jack Stapleton, the evil mastermind behind “The Hound of the Baskervilles”, upon the moor. This is followed immediately by reports declaring the death of the Devonshire Baronet in a “tragic accident”. Were Sir Henry’s words to Holmes and Watson mere hysteria? Was the ...

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson are at home at 221B Baker Street as London endures the dark, stormy days of winter. Then an experienced government courier is found brutally murdered and the priceless secrets entrusted to him are missing. Soon the desperate emissaries of the Nation are at their door. Will Holmes accept the challenge of recovering the plans for a radical new weapon so incredible that it alone will secure Britain’s primacy on the high seas for another generation? Or will the designs of the battleship HMS Dreadnought fall into enemy hands and lead to the most catastrophic...

Malcolm Findley was a strange little man with a large, pale, half-bald dome of a bulbous head, a trailing mane of silver-white hair, and a pair of Belgian-made golden pince-nez eyeglasses. He was also brilliant and this aspect of his personality so overshadowed the former that he was considered a colossus. Born the eldest son of a poor fisherman on the Isle of Lewis in the windswept northwest of Scotland, he grew up in a stone cottage with a thatched roof that didn’t blow away in the frequent gales only because it was held down by a net of hemp ropes weighted at the ends by stones. As a ...

A plain envelope addressed to Mr. Sherlock Holmes has been delivered to 221B Baker Street. The stock is cheap and could have been purchased at any general shop. The hand, however, is rare for its graceful sweep and regularity. “A true technician,” Holmes noted. “Mr. Holmes,” it begins. “You don’t know me and I am a man of no importance to anyone except my employer, and he couldn’t function without my services. My only significance to you, Sir, lies in the fact that I mean to kill. Only a few additional clews for the great man are in order. I live in Whitechapel and have done ...

The ring of the bell at 221B Baker Street portends evil and confronts Holmes and Watson with a case which will push them to the limits of their own humanity. It will call upon all of their abilities simply to survive. Harry Devereaux was a devil-may-care young man until he returned to his ancestral home near Great Manchester. What he saw there drove him to the brink of madness and sent him flying straight to London and the only man who could help him. “There was no one there Mr. Holmes, only blood!” With those few words Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson find themselves pitted against ...

A young ship’s officer stands in the sitting room at 221B Baker Street, begging Sherlock Holmes, the great detective, to help recover his sister. “It’s desperation that drove me to your door, Sir. You may not know it but…if you won’t help us, then I fear my sister will die in the hands of this fiend.” Harry Bellamy, Ships Purser on the White Star Line’s passenger ship, SS Cymric, tells the story of a malevolent nobleman who is also the Church Rector of the Parish, Sir Algernon Benedict of Saxlingham Nethergate. “He is the author of innumerable evils upon our poor folk, a ...

A weathered Cornish sailor has come to 221B Baker Street to see Sherlock Holmes. He shares a tale so haunting and otherworldly that it seems to offer only one possible explanation, a supernatural one. William Berryman of the coal ship Mariah went to sea as a boy and is now an old man, but in all his years he has never experienced anything like he did in The Great Storm of ’99 off the Cornish Coast. The storm drove his ship into the deadly “Manacles”, a line of savage rock outcroppings that had already claimed over a thousand souls. He tells Holmes and Watson that only nine of nineteen...

Ranulf Briquessart, Viscount Briquessart of Rutledge, was dead. This truth was as undeniable as the noonday sun. Tragically his death had been preceded by that of his wife, a beauty of Spanish nobility who was descended from the ancient Counts of Castile. These deaths were sadly followed by that of their only son, even before the honors and titles could be bestowed. Now there was a card upon the table at 221B Baker Street from Lady Magdalena, the last surviving child of Sir Ranulf. The recently elevated Viscountess Briquessart requested the presence of Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John ...