Sherlock Holmes

SPECIAL INTRODUCTORY PRICE. Ten Compelling Sherlock Holmes Crime Mysteries In One Complete Book: VOLUME TWO. STORY ONE: Double Trouble in York. Upon hearing that I had to consciously resist the temptation that I had to peek through the drapes to see if I could catch a glimpse of that scoundrel. "Holmes continued, it is time, Watson." "Time for what?" "Time for you to be viciously murdered in cold-blood. STORY TWO: NOT SO MERRY IN GOOD OL' SCOTLAND. I awoke groggily, the surroundings looking dim. My vision was blurry, and I wondered where I was. I tried to move my arms and legs, but they felt as heavy as lead. "Holmes?" My voice rang out through the dark room, until a light was shone in my face. I could scarcely see beyond it. I still could not move my arms, nor my legs, and a growing sense of fear took over my thoughts. STORY THREE: Bumbling Caper on the Swiss Alps. "Watson Watson " I shouted in dismay, thinking I was close to the surface. Alas, I could not find my way out of the snow, packed thick and heavy all around me. My legs were pinned in place, and I could scarcely breathe with each passing moment. STORY FOUR: Dirty Laundry in Paradise. I glanced at Holmes to determine his take on the situation, but I wasn't surprised that he had taken little notice of Mr. Brae. "Would you pass the milk, Watson?" Ignoring the man completely as one could ignore a bumbling buffoon, as Holmes had dubbed him after our previous encounter. Dutifully, I passed him the cream which he slowly poured into his tea. STORY FIVE: The Castle Orphans. "How often does he visit you?" added Watson, producing his pipe from his pocket. He searched the same pocket for a match, then lit the device. "He visits every week, and every few nights. He likes to sneak in the window and take things back to his castle " The small girl played with the little tiger upon her knee. STORY SIX: Watson to the Rescue. The woman nodded, coughing softer this time, and looked up at him. "You don't want to be fiddling around in the pirate business, Mr. Holmes..." she said quietly, raising her eyebrows. My companion inhaled sharply, a deep staccato, then exhaled just as rapidly. "I do not think you understand, Ms. Pensey. This involves the death of an innocent boy, one I've seen around here, and this marking, the one that surely intended his unmerited demise. STORY SEVEN: The Uncanny Disappearance of Miss Ellis. Mr. Ellis took a very deep breath, letting it out in a tired sigh. "Our daughter is missing. Vanished from her room two nights ago without a sound." He began, wringing his hands as he searched for a place to sit. He found a chair, and plopped down in it. STORY EIGHT: Mysterious Murders Surround the Whistling Tavern. More curious than these points, however, was the fact that these bite marks were highly uncharacteristic of any man or beast. Though they showed evidence of the same layout of teeth that is apparent in the human mouth, the proportions and spacing of the teeth were far larger than standard. STORY NINE: The Hex of a Gypsy Woman. he raised his disheveled head from his hands. The face was that of my friend, but the expression it bore was unrecognizable. He was indeed out of countenance. "All that I have seen and all that I know, dear fellow, for it to come to this. The great Sherlock Holmes undone by a gypsy woman." STORY TEN: The Perilous Jester. "Another body, Holmes " shouted Watson over the roar of the mob. We were shoved around as a row of policemen attempted to stop the crowd from surging forward. "Go home " yelled the police, swatting at people with their truncheons, though not to harm them.