Coming soon, well not all that soon, but definitely coming is An Evening in Baker Street. Three shortish pieces with the longest of them taking the form of a conversation between Holmes and Watson on the eve of Holmes's retirement. Although a few familiar faces drift in and out of the evening...
Oh go on then, have an excerpt:
‘Good evening, Watson.’
‘Evening, Holmes.’
‘I trust your rounds were not too
onerous and your patients not too demanding.’
‘No more so than is usual, Holmes.
Your note was a little short on information and your prose as always, rather
terse. You need my assistance with a knotty problem?’
‘If I had a knotty problem as you
term it, then I would only be too glad to share it with you, but I have an
announcement to make.’
‘That sounds rather portentous.’
‘You may certainly see it as such.
I am retiring, Watson.’
‘I have never seen you as retiring,
a little diffident maybe!’
‘Good old Watson! A dose of your
pawky humour is nearly always welcome even if at times I fail to understand it
fully. As you may have gathered and chose to ignore, I have decided to retire
from this profession of mine.’
‘To do what? I cannot imagine the
sight of you in carpet slippers, sitting beside the fire in a state of torpor.’
‘No more than I can, my friend. I
have a worthwhile goal in mind to fill my days; I shall keep bees.’
‘Bees?’
‘Indeed, Watson. Bees.’
‘But you know nothing about bees or
the keeping of them.’
‘Is that so? Pray, have a look at
the volumes on the dining-table; there you see Langstroth on the Honey Bee, Root’s essential The ABC of Bee Culture and Playfair’s Of the care and knowledge of bees, their management and natural
history, containing an account of the singular mode of generation by which they
are produced. What do you think?’
‘I think that Playfair should have
been advised by his publisher to come up with a rather more enticing title for
his tome.’
‘Perhaps he did not share your love
of penny-dreadfuls! My hives are ordered; Langstroth hives in fact with tried
and tested Quinby frames. My colony will soon follow’
‘Is Mrs Hudson aware of the changes
to her yard?’
‘There will be no changes to her
yard for I am decamping to Sussex. I have taken a villa at Fulworth on the edge
of the southern downs. It fulfils my requisites to the letter; enough land to
indulge my new hobby, peace, quiet and seclusion and the glorious country and
sea views that you have been known to wax most lyrically about.’
‘I remember well your own comments
on the countryside, remarking on the impunity with which crimes may be
committed there. If I waxed lyrically it was to countermand your own somewhat
jaundiced view of the delights of country living. Yet, you were brought up in
the country so I never quite understood your antipathy towards it.’
‘As to that I cannot profess to
have any great antipathy towards it, not in reality. My own childhood, spent in
the moors of North Yorkshire, was reasonably happy notwithstanding certain
tensions within the family circle. I was much like any other child, you will be
surprised to learn. I climbed my fair share of trees, slid down hayricks a
plenty, and rambled the fields with a toy bow and arrow imagining myself to be
a big game hunter.’
‘With Mycroft as companion in these
adventures?’
‘Nay, Mycroft was neither built for
such pursuits or indeed had the inclination. And remember, he is seven years
older which would have tended to exclude sibling adventuring. I was a solitary
child, which will not be any great surprise to you even if the nature of my pastimes
does. My chosen profession coloured the countryside for me, the pastoral scenes
I remembered from my childhood were now replaced and tainted by murders,
beatings, blackmail, robberies and the like in leafy Surrey, the gardens of
Kent or the downs of Sussex. But now as I free myself from the shackles of
detecting, I can rediscover the love of the countryside I once had.’
‘You speak as though it will a
matter of little or no consequence to throw off the mantle of the world’s
greatest consulting detective.’
‘Really, Watson, I do not believe
anyone thinks of me in those terms, they are your words, your prose.’
‘Methinks you protest too much,
Holmes. You are more than aware of your special gifts in your chosen field.’
‘And I am aware that you chose to
exaggerate those gifts to embellish your stories. I am convinced that your
readers saw me as a superhuman magician who could do no wrong and was never
wrong.’
1 comment:
So wonderful to see you continuing your saga (in a way) of Mr.Holmes. So proud of you!! Knew you could do it!! Genius my dear man, genius!!
Tina Whitney Clyo Ga
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