The Musgrave Ritual - Part One
OLD SCHOOL - It was Sherlock's birthday and he was commemorating the occasion by shooting HIS gun at OUR wall. So I moved out. Ok I tried to move out. Then things changed very quickly as we found o...
OLD SCHOOL - It was Sherlock's birthday and he was commemorating the occasion by shooting HIS gun at OUR wall. So I moved out. Ok I tried to move out. Then things changed very quickly as we found o...
THE LITTLE ANGELMAN - To say I was chuffed that our final act of this year was the arrest of a sick, twisted murderer would be an understatement. Everything had fallen into place and the Christmas ...
THE MOST WONDERFUL CRIME OF THE YEAR - After the miniscule case of Isa Whitney (which I basically solved by myself) I was immediately introduced to the next case. Yet this particular problem had ou...
I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS - The most wonderful time of the year was upon us and I had the flat all to myself. But for a Bulldog and a Mouse of course. In this moment of quiet reflection on not jus...
SPY ANOTHER DAY - The full force of the UK's intelligence services were thrown into an unexpected, brutal and bloody incident. An incident that, by virtue of previous events, had our little investi...
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YES MINISTER - We've had a few interesting clients in our little over two years of doing this peculiar job. But none could be considered more interesting than this one... Part 1 of 2 Thi...
THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES - This is the final report from Dartmoor by Doctor John Watson. This adventure has been like no other. I only wish its conclusion was a happier one. Part 10 of 10 Th...
HUMAN REMAINS - Quite how these events had come to pass made my head spin. Where we now found ourselves was like another world entirely. As we crept, armed and heartbroken, pumping with rage and gr...
THE LAST OF THE BASKERVILLES - The pain of it. The guilt of it. It shattered me to my core. I needed my dearest friends. My closest companions... but Mariana was once again not by my side. Part ...
DEATH ON THE MOOR - I had made a catastrophic misjudgment. I had allowed Henry's desires and pleas to get the better of me. I released him onto the Moors. I had to find him before it was too late.....
THE LIGHT ON THE TOR - I saw it with my own eyes, even though I'd scarce believed it with my own ears. It stood there in front of me, eyes, jowls, teeth all gleaming a piercing gold. It was th...
THE STAPLETONS OF MERRIPIT HOUSE - I was miserable and, despite the company, I felt totally alone. The absence of Sherlock Holmes and a recent illness to Mariana was leaving me feeling very exposed...
BASKERVILLE HALL - We arrived in Dartmoor and the chilling chasm that was Baskerville Hall. It was time to begin our work, firstly with Frank and then Rosemary Barrymore. The Housekeeper and the Un...
THREE BROKEN THREADS - Our stalker was becoming more present. Sherlock was determined to close this case as quickly as possible as he still attempted to clean up the mess from our previous adventur...
THE MISSING SHOE - Dr. Jamie Mortimer had rediscovered his tenacity in the moments before Sir Charles Baskerville's funeral... I however had discovered that we were being followed. An unwelcome dis...
THE CURSE - Dr. Jamie Mortimer returned to collect his walking stick. My companion could sense an unease from our visitor. A harrowing story laid inside this surgeon from Wolverhampton... It was ti...
THERE WILL BE BLOOD - I could sense the investigation was coming to a close. The Blood Archive in Cambridge was going to shed light on the case of Godfrey. We found, however, no light within those ...
LOOKING FOR DRACULA - I thought I was doing this Lead Detective business pretty well. I found myself in Cambridge, speaking to locals at the Inn opposite the Blood Archive of Dr. Leslie Armstrong. ...
THE GAME IS AFOOTBALL - a case so perfect for me, so designed for John H Watson went and fell directly into my lap. It was as if I had designed it myself. A top-flight Brazilian football player had...