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"Ah, Watson, how good of you to join me. I trust I did not disturb your work at the hospital." "Not at all. We younger doctors are not exactly choc-a-block with patients." "Not yet, my dear chap. Not yet. However, I am very grateful that you are here, and I expect that you will quite enjoy recording my meeting with this fellow."

Royston Giles Tamblyn III paid a visit to 221B Baker Street without a prior appointment on the morning of Saturday, 4 May 1901. He was a handsome young fellow, with flawless pale skin, well-combed hair that was blond-on-its-way-to-brown, and straight, gleaming teeth. He was dressed in a blazer and flannels, a creaseless white shirt, and an expertly tied old-school tie. In his polished boots, I could have seen my reflection had I bent over to inspect them.

He was not much more than a child. I estimated his age at fourteen. He was a handsome boy, with the raven-black hair and deeply tanned skin color that marks a person who came from the lands under the Raj. His young body was beginning to show the signs of an emerging well-made sportsman. From his place, lying on his back on the pavement, his dark-brown eyes stared up at the morning sky ... lifeless. Behind his head was a pool of blood, now darkened and congealed.

Two teenagers, a brother and a sister from a strict religious family disappear. The parents are alarmed but Scotland Yard says they are just off sowing their wild oats. A horrific, gruesome package arrives in the post and it becomes clear that a terrible crime is in process. Sherlock Holmes is called in to help. Passions and hatred going back many years are revealed. Holmes, Watson, and Lestrade must act quickly before young lives are lost.

Baron Gruner survived the sulfuric vitriol hurled in his face. He was left almost blind and horribly disfigured. A year later, when he was shot twice in the back of his head, he did not survive. Violet de Merville, the young woman of ethereal beauty who had been engaged to him, was accused by Scotland Yard of his murder. She appeals to Sherlock Holmes for help. Where does he start? There are a score of women in England and Austria who Gruner exploited, betrayed and humiliated. They all have fathers and brothers and uncles. There are many more men who he swindled and who hate him. Holmes and...

A Most Grave Ritual. The locals claim the ancient estate is haunted. The estate's patriarch is murdered. The police accuse the son. The Musgrave family now owns the old castle and the great manor house beside it. It’s the place where, in 1649, King Charles I escaped from the palace in which he was being held prisoner and made a desperate run for Southampton, hoping to reach safety on the Continent. He never made it and was returned to face trial and execution. This much we know. But what did he do along the way south? Did he stop at a castle of one of his loyal royalists? Did he leave ...

It was the most expensive diamond in the world. When she gave out the school prizes, she was wearing it. When she entered her private railway car, she was wearing it. Then chaos arrived. People died. When the smoke had cleared, she was not wearing it. The Hope Diamond had vanished. Scotland Yard sent their best men to investigate. They did not ask Sherlock Holmes for help. The insurance company did. “Mr. Holmes, the victims of murder are not our concern. The Hope Diamond is. It was insured for £250,000. Please find it for us.” Sherlock Holmes recruits four new Irregulars and together ...

THE MYSTERY OF THE FIVE ORANGES. THE KIDNAPPING OF A YOUNG WOMAN LEADS SHERLOCK HOLMES INTO A DEADLY BATTLE WITH THE KKK. On a miserable rainy evening a desperate father enters 221B Baker Street. His daughter has been kidnapped and spirited off the North America. The evil network who has taken her have spies everywhere. Years ago in America they murdered his father and his wife. They set fire to his home and burned them to death. Now, if he goes to Scotland Yard he knows that they will kill his beloved daughter. There is only one hope - Sherlock Holmes.

"To the man who loves intellectual stimulation," remarked Sherlock Holmes, "London in August is the lowliest month on the calendar. Those with the means to do so have departed for the Algarve and the Riviera. Those without are off to Blackpool and Brighton." "And what about those," I asked, "who are left behind? You and I are still here." "You at least have your sensational accounts of my efforts to keep scribbling. I, on the other hand, am losing faith in the enterprising criminal class."

THE ADVENTURE OF THE DEVILISH FOOTNOTE. The wealthy owner/publisher of England's most prestigious literary journal holds a soirée for the writers, critics and intelligentsia of London (modelled on the Bloomsbury Group) and is poisoned by one of the departing guests. Her brilliant secretary/editor almost dies too. Scotland Yard calls for Sherlock Holmes and he soon discovers that almost everyone in the literary world wanted the woman dead. Holmes starts to investigate, but matters become complicated when Dr. Watson, now a widower, becomes romantically attracted to the editor. Then more of ...

On March 19, 1924, the J P Morgan Library became a public institution. On March 20, a woman’s body was discovered there. It lay below the Ancient and Near Eastern Seals and Tablets Collection. The following day, another woman’s body was found. This one was in the Medieval and Renaissance Manuscripts section. Both of the women were married to wealthy doctors. Both of the doctors worked at the same hospital—Bellevue. They were close friends. The NYPD immediately suspected them. They hired lawyers, but they needed more help. They came to Dr. Tabitha Stancović, knowing she could not ...

A schoolgirl pays a visit to Sherlock Holmes. She has discovered a dead body. Dr. Watson does not believe her, but Holmes does and asks her to take him to the corpse. She leads the two of them to a place where unspeakable evil is present. What Sherlock Holmes learns there leads him to the hills of Berkshire and the ghostly white chalk horse that the superstitious people of the town believe is the Pale Horse of Death from the Book of Revelation. Another local resident dies, and Holmes connects the dots. They lead directly to the great horse race at the Derby and the millions of pounds that ...

One Hundred and Twenty-Five pieces of dreadful poetry at the expense of Sherlock Holmes. But they will provide some light-hearted entertainment to dedicated Sherlockians.

Five new pastiche stories of the world's greatest detective. These stories are shorter than the other novellas in the New Sherlock Holmes Mysteries set and were published earlier in either the MX Books or Belanger Books anthologies of Sherlock Holmes stories (Edited by David Marcum). 'The Singular Tragedy of the Atkinson Brothers at Trincomalee' is one of the unpublished cases we hear about in The Canon. The story Takes Holmes and Watson to the tropical island of Ceylon on behalf of the Foreign Office to investigate the murder of one of the Atkinson brothers.

What happened after Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson pardoned Captain Jack Croker for killing Sir Eustace at the Abbey Grange. Have you imagined that he sailed the seven seas for a year and then returned to his beautiful, beloved Mary Fraser? That didn't happen. A year later, murder, treachery, and international intrigue descended on Abbey Grange and, once again, Sherlock Holmes was called upon to bring criminals to justice and assist in the course of true love.

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"I was under the impression that you were dead," said Sherlock Holmes to the man who had entered the front room of 221B Baker Street. "I am now inclined to think that you were not murdered after all." The gentleman was of the same age as Holmes and me but sported a full beard, gray-on-its-way-to-white hair, and a short suit jacket that immediately identified him as an American. He grinned and gave his fingers a snap.

The words of the missionary hymn I had sung as a schoolboy in chapel came to my mind as I stood on the deck of the steamer Redolent, anchored just off the Port of Colombo. They were to prove singularly prescient. Under more usual circumstances, the experience of looking up into the star-studded sky whilst feeling the warm, moist tropical breezes caress one's face is a sensuous joy. Yet on that night, more than twenty years ago now, I had a profound sense of foreboding.

The words of the missionary hymn I had sung as a schoolboy in chapel came to my mind as I stood on the deck of the steamer Redolent, anchored just off the Port of Colombo. They were to prove singularly prescient. Under more usual circumstances, the experience of looking up into the star-studded sky whilst feeling the warm, moist tropical breezes caress one's face is a sensuous joy. Yet on that night, more than twenty years ago now, I had a profound sense of foreboding.

"I was under the impression that you were dead," said Sherlock Holmes to the man who had entered the front room of 221B Baker Street. "I am now inclined to think that you were not murdered after all." The gentleman was of the same age as Holmes and me but sported a full beard, gray-on-its-way-to-white hair, and a short suit jacket that immediately identified him as an American. He grinned and gave his fingers a snap.