The Improbable Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
John Joseph Adams
Language: English
Pages: 350
ISBN: 1597801607
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
This reprint anthology showcases the best Holmes short fiction from the last 25 years, featuring stories by such visionaries as Stephen King, Neil Gaimen, Laura King, and many others.
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Doyle studied at medical school. Bell was renowned for making diagnoses on the basis of simple observation, and also for drawing seemingly inexplicable deductions about a patient—for example, that he had been walking earlier in a particular area of the city—based on minute details, such as the color of clay on the person's shoes. Bell was instrumental in the development of forensic science, and local law enforcement often consulted with him to help them crack tough cases, including the case of
Malone of the Daily Gazette," admonished Holmes. "But I have recently been across the Channel to purchase Professor Challenger's own version of events and it makes most enlightening reading. As you know, the Professor's account was savaged by Her Majesty's censors, only a few select copies making their way here across the Channel after having had to be published in France." He switched to a different volume, this one hardbound and bearing a lurid cover engraving of a lady in night attire being
she was so like the woman I had fallen in love with, and yet as different as night and day. Druid's Hill Asylum. The name suggested a far more sinister-appearing place than the rather palatial-looking country estate we found ourselves approaching that evening. The house itself was more than three hundred years old; its basements had been built deep into solid bedrock. A fence, hidden in places by carefully placed hedges and trees, surrounded the grounds. The ornamental grating on the windows
thickened the air, and the Persian slipper in which Holmes kept his shag lay overturned on the mantel among the last few scattered shreds of tobacco. "I have it, Watson!" Holmes had waved a drawing, annotated in his hand. "I believe this to be the basic pattern, from which all other field theorems are derived!" His brother, Mycroft, speedily dismantled his proof, and took him to task for failing to complete several lemmas associated with the problem. Holmes, chagrined to have made such an
will," I said, "if you promise not to rip out its pages for your files. Bertie inscribed it to me personally." "I will guard its integrity with my life." I snorted. The train jerked, wheels squealing against the tracks, and gathered speed. "What about Sir Arthur?" I asked, refusing to be put off again. "He believes he's been visited by Martians!" "Watson, old friend, Sir Arthur is a willing participant in the hoax." "You mean—he engineered it himself? Then why engage your services?" "An