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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 SANDAL FROM EAST ANGLIA: TO SHERLOCK HOLMES SHE WILL ALWAYS BE THE NUN. BUT IS THIS BRILLIANT YOUNG WOMAN CARRYING ON A SECRET DOUBLE LIFE – A LIFE FAR TOO SENSUAL FOR A MEMBER OF A HOLY ORDER? Sister Serena is helping archeological excavations at the ruined Abbey of St. Edmund, where a sealed canister has been unearthed. In it is a document that has the potential to change the course of the British Empire and all of Christendom. The Bishop of the Abbey seeks the help of Sherlock Holmes. A few days later he is dead and the Nun has vanished along with the secret document. There are some ...

A Case of Identity Theft. Her husband has vanished. She asks Sherlock Holmes for help. The husband reappears, but now his wife is missing. A couple are found dead in a London alley. Their heads are missing. Holmes and Watson investigate and discover that a massive, secret inheritance is about to fall into criminal hands. Family members are complicit. Hidden crimes from decades ago and far away come to the surface. The evil genius who wants the money will use murder, and kidnapping, and torture. Holmes has to stop him, with a little help from Mycroft. Royal Marines had better be able to ...

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.

"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."

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.

Remember Violet Smith, the beautiful young woman who Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson rescued from a forced marriage, as recorded in The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist? Ever wonder what happened to her and her true husband, Cyril Morton, in the years that followed. Well, ten years later she and Cyril reappear in 221B Baker Street with a strange tale of the theft of their bicycles -- hardly a crime worthy of the brilliant mind of the world's greatest detective. But ...What on the surface seemed like a trifle turns out to be the door that leads Sherlock Holmes into a web of human trafficking.

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.

The Adventure of the Norwood Rembrandt. In two weeks, an innocent man will be on his way to the gallows. Five years ago, he was convicted of stealing invaluable works of art, And murdering the butler. All possible appeals have been lost. His last hope is Sherlock Holmes. Holmes and Watson hasten to Norwood to investigate. Clues are found in the cemetery. Both the living and the dead have a story to tell. If Holmes can find the stolen art, it might lead him to the truth. If he can’t, the man will hang … and the stolen art could end up in Boston This new Sherlock Holmes mystery is a ...

A senior government official falls dead, almost into Sherlock Holmes’s lap. He was in charge of awarding contracts for major government projects, worth millions of pounds. They were to be announced in three weeks. Somebody wanted to disrupt the awards. A contract worth over a million pounds is a reason to commit murder. The official grew up in Fulworth, the same town where a man died after being stung by the creepy, deadly giant jellyfish Holmes wrote about in The Adventure of the Lion’s Mane. The characters from that story, especially the peerless Sussex beauty, Maud, agree to help ...

THE BRAND OF THE FLYING FOUR. This case all began one quiet evening—very quiet; bordering on boring—while we were sitting by the hearth in our rooms in Kansas City.i was just chewing the fat with my mentor, the Reverend Ezekiel Black -- he's what you might call the Sherlock Holmes of the American West -- when a message came that kind of upended everything. A few weeks later, a murder, perhaps the most gruesome I had ever witnessed in all my born days, took place in Denver, immediately above our heads. By the time it all ended, justice, of the frontier variety, not the courtroom, had ...

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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.

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.

Sherlock Holmes was not happy. "No, Mrs. Hudson, I will not see her now. Send her away and tell her to come back later." It was just past seven in the morning and we were enjoying an early coffee on a pleasant Sunday in the first week of June 1902, when Mrs. Hudson interrupted us. Holmes's longsuffering landlady did not leave.

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.

Sherlock Holmes was not happy. "No, Mrs. Hudson, I will not see her now. Send her away and tell her to come back later." It was just past seven in the morning and we were enjoying an early coffee on a pleasant Sunday in the first week of June 1902, when Mrs. Hudson interrupted us. Holmes's longsuffering landlady did not leave.