Sherlock Holmes Studies in Legacy
By Luke Kuhns
4/5
()
About this ebook
Related to Sherlock Holmes Studies in Legacy
Related ebooks
Sherlock Holmes and the Lyme Regis Horror Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Last Confession of Sherlock Holmes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings1894: Some Cases of Mr. Sherlock Holmes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSherlock Holmes and the Adventure of the Tainted Canister Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Sherlock Holmes and The Adventure of The Cold-Served Revenge Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5The Papers of Sherlock Holmes Volume I Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Scrapbook of Sherlock Holmes Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Untold Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Sherlock Holmes: The Peculiar Persecution of John Vincent Harden Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Further Notes from the Dispatch-Box of John H. Watson MD: Four Untold Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Sherlock Holmes in The Adventure of The Magic Umbrella Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Papers of Sherlock Holmes Volume II Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Hidden Cases of Sherlock Holmes - Book 1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDoctor Watson’s Trunk: The Continuing Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSherlock Holmes and the Apocalypse Murders Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Notes from the Dispatch-Box of John H. Watson M.D.: Some Unpublished Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSherlock Holmes: In His Own Words and in the Words of Those Who Knew Him Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Death of Cardinal Tosca: An Untold Adventure of Sherlock Holmes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSherlock Holmes Mystery Magazine #5 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Collected Papers of Sherlock Holmes - Volume 1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSherlock Holmes in Pursuit Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTales from the Deed Box of John H. Watson M.D. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSherlock Holmes and The Birchwood Affair Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sherlock Holmes: Tales From the Stranger's Room Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSherlock Holmes: The Ultimate Collection (Lecture Club Classics) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSherlock Holmes and The Bishop's Tie-Pin Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Outstanding Mysteries of Sherlock Holmes Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Holmes and Watson – An Evening In Baker Street Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Confidential Casebook of Sherlock Holmes Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Sherlock Holmes: The Pearl of Death and Other Early Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Mystery For You
Hallowe'en Party: Inspiration for the 20th Century Studios Major Motion Picture A Haunting in Venice Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5None of This Is True: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Strange Case of the Alchemist's Daughter Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Stories of Ray Bradbury Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Last Flight: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Murder of Roger Ackroyd Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Still Life: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Short Stories Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Murder Your Employer: The McMasters Guide to Homicide Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pretty Girls: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Hunting Party: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Paris Apartment: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Pale Blue Eye: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5False Witness: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Big Sleep Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Good Daughter: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Woman in the Library: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pieces of Her: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Hidden Staircase: Nancy Drew #2 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Devil in a Blue Dress (30th Anniversary Edition): An Easy Rawlins Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Pharmacist Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone: A Murdery Mystery Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Murder Under a Red Moon: A 1920s Bangalore Mystery Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5How to Write a Mystery: A Handbook from Mystery Writers of America Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Club: A Reese's Book Club Pick Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Summit Lake Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Kept Woman: A Will Trent Thriller Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Jack Reacher: A Mysterious Profile Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Finlay Donovan Is Killing It: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The People Next Door Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Sherlock Holmes Studies in Legacy
3 ratings1 review
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5After reading the review of his earlier volume, I was expecting to be disappointed, but Studies in Legacy delivers. Good story and plot (four interrelated novelettes) as well as one off stories. The crimes are monstrous and grim, the typos few and far between.
Book preview
Sherlock Holmes Studies in Legacy - Luke Kuhns
Department
Introduction
Tucked away deep in the vaults of Cox and Co. bank, at Charing Cross, rests a worn, tin, dispatch box with the name: John H. Watson, M. D., Late Indian Army painted upon the lid. This battered tin box is one of my greatest treasures as it contains hundreds of case records from my exploits with Sherlock Holmes. I, having recently received a letter from Holmes, was informed of his concern regarding an old case I had recently published. He felt that I only told the tale in part. He, in typical fashion of these late years, wrote from his home in the Sussex saying, I see that you have recently disclosed the events regarding Her Majesty the Queen during her Diamond Jubilee. I think it only decent to relate the events which followed. The time is ripe for your detailed account, my dear Watson.
Thus, after reading Holmes’s plea, I was stirred to read through our old cases in order to set out a full account of what followed in connection with the Diamond Jubilee. I proceeded to venture out, on a cold and rainy day, to the Charing Cross bank and requested my tin box. With great care I took this ‘treasure chest’ and, as quickly as possible, returned to my home. As I read through the loose papers I came across one of my old, red, leather bound journals, which I had acquired from Cox and Co. of Bond Street. Unravelling the thread which kept it sealed I proceed to read through the affairs which Holmes had wished me to now recount.
Inside this journal I had recorded a series of events which had taken place in the early days of 1899 that were both horribly grotesque and mentally stimulating for Holmes and myself. The year of 1899 was much like that of 1895 when Holmes was at the top of his game. It was upon reading through this journal that I realised the only reason I had split up the case in which he was so concerned was solely down to a time difference; as the originating event started back in 1897 and was therefore recorded separately from this journal.
The cases, which I have now set out, began in February of 1899 when a string of mysteries and murders consumed the daily life of my good friend Sherlock Holmes, and a looming presence seemed to taunt us at every corner. I cannot recall a more stress-filled or trying time, save but a few, in the partnership between Holmes and myself. I remember now that further delays to the release of these tales also rested upon the request of my friend. He wished that I kept them out of the public eye as they were featured frequently in the newspapers; which resulted in enough drama. It was the wish of Holmes not to add more fuel to the fire at the time. Now enough time has sufficiently passed which enables me to reveal all. I, therefore, have spent the last several months fervently compiling the cases that transpired so many years ago and making them ready for public discloser. The memory of these happenings still burns vividly in my mind as if they all had happened but a few weeks ago, as it is with so many of my adventures with Sherlock Holmes.
So now, I pass on these further untold adventures to you, the public, telling you the full account of those strange affairs which were mentioned in newspapers but only offered partial truths. As all of these written account are void of the great master of deduction, Sherlock Holmes, who was instrumental in each case.
Doctor John H. Watson M.D.
A Study In Hysteria
Mrs Dabish
She has been through a strange and grotesque affair,
said Holmes aloud as he sat comfortably in his chair, smoking his cherry wood pipe, and holding a letter that had come to him earlier that day.
What affair is this?
I asked.
Holmes, very blasé, extended his arm towards me with the paper dangling between his fingers. I laid down my copy of The Daily Telegraph and gripped the paper, but before he released the page Holmes looked at me intensely.
Would you read it aloud to me, Watson? I would be most appreciative.
I unfolded the letter and leaned back in my chair. I noticed that it was hand written on hotel paper. The letter read:
Re: Mrs Isabelle Dabish of Dulwich, London.
Mr Holmes,
I require your immediate assistance. I have come into the care of a young woman named Isabelle Dabish. She has been through a strange and grotesque affair. A time ago, her husband, Doctor Walter Dabish, went missing and now is presumed dead. The event of her husband’s disappearance resulted in a unique case of hysteria to the point of a complete psychological break down. She was found in her home in Dulwich with a self-inflicted knife wound to her chest. On normal grounds I would not need the aid of a detective, private or otherwise. However, there is something odd about her. Pieces that I cannot completely put together even as a specialist in psychoanalysis. I have a strong feeling of suspect. I believe there is a deeper reasoning for her mental deterioration. I know of your great skills, Mr Holmes, and request you come and see me in person to discuss this matter in greater depth. I am currently staying at The Savoy Hotel while I care for Mrs Dabish. You will find me there tomorrow from mid-day. Please come.
Dr Sigmund Freud
"The Doctor Sigmund Freud! I ejaculated.
Are you going to meet with him?"
Holmes raised himself from his chair and crossed his arms, his pipe smouldering in his clasped hand. His face tensed as he paced back and forth a few moments.
Look at his writing, my dear Watson. The letter was written in a hurry. Freud, a liberal man he may be, is still a man who must work with control in his profession, meaning that whatever has happened to this woman, Dabish was it? Yes, Dabish. Whatever has happened to her is shocking enough to unsettle a man who spends his time working with the unsettling aspects of the human psyche.
But Holmes, come now!
said I, How can you tell his writing is of an unsettled nature?
Observation, Watson.
He walked over to a desk and pulled out a bundle of letters. This is not my first letter from the famous Doctor. No, I have sent him many letters and received several replies over the years. Though it is unknown to him that I am the one with whom he conferred, as all my letters to Doctor Freud were under a pseudonym due to the fact that I was consulting him over matters relating to the late Professor Moriarty and his associates such as Doctor Perny, before his recent and untimely death. Heart failure the papers report in Perny’s death. I have suspicion regarding this.
As always, the explanation you offer is simple and logical,
I muttered comparing the letters. But you stray from the point. Perny is old news. Dr Dabish, I recall now, studied at Cambridge and was at one point held as one of the greatest scientific minds of the generation regarding herbal remedies.
Holmes nodded taking a large puff off his pipe.
He was indeed liberal in his practices, too,
offered Holmes.
As I remember it was his out of box thinking that caused him to fade from the medical light some time ago,
I concluded.
Well, Watson, I believe I shall.
Shall what, Holmes?
The answer to your original question, I will come as Dr Freud requested. Grotesque is not a word to be used lightly, and when a man of that calibre endorses it, it is worth investigating. I trust you will accompany me?
he asked puffing on his pipe.
I most certainly will!
***
The next day Holmes and I made our way to The Savoy Hotel, located on The Strand, to meet Doctor Freud. When we enquired within, a message had been left with instructions to take us to his room which we were shown to immediately. Once inside, Holmes and I took a seat near a lit fire and favoured the boiling pot of tea which was before us on this chilly February day. I poured both Holmes and myself a cup, though he paid little attention to it, while we waited for our caller.
Mr Holmes,
came a soft voice from the opening door behind. We both stood and turned. A tall finely dressed man with a thick peppered beard approached us. Good of you to come. How grateful I am for your assistance,
said the soft spoken German doctor. I am, as you might presume, Doctor Sigmund Freud.
It is our pleasure to meet you,
said Holmes. And this is my friend and colleague Doctor John Watson.
I am honoured to meet you both,
said Doctor Freud. I fear this case is very sensitive and I am leery of disclosing information to anyone other than yourself, Mr Holmes.
Fear not. What you say to me you may say to Doctor Watson. There is no secret too great with which he may not be entrusted,
said Holmes in my defence.
Doctor Freud paused momentary. Your vouching for him will suffice then. I trust your word, Mr Holmes,
said he. And Doctor Watson,
he continued gently, I meant no disrespect to your person.
None was taken. This would not be the first time such a concern has been brought up,
said I. Doctor Freud smiled politely and motioned for us to take our seats.
Sitting down and pouring himself a cup of tea, Doctor Freud began, I thank you for coming on such short notice. Forgive my mystery in the letter. I have learnt it best to keep some things simple when it comes to sending correspondence. You never know who may be peeking.
Holmes nodded and motioned for the doctor to continue. Now, the patient, Mrs Dabish, let me tell you more about her. She comes from America, Virginia, I am told. It was there, some seven years ago, where she met her, now deceased, husband. The two were wed within weeks of meeting and moved to England.
Is there any chance that all of this could be the result of a scorned lover from her American past?
I asked.
Fair point, Doctor Watson, but no. She was working as a governess for a rich family, apart from whom she had no other connections,
said Doctor Freud.
Bring us up to now then,
said Holmes.
As I mentioned before, her husband disappeared near six months ago, and, in fact, the police have told her that he is dead.
On what do they base this conclusion?
Holmes asked.
What understanding I have, there have been a small number of disappearances within the Dulwich area over the past few months. People who, it would seem, have no reason to up-and-leave nor abandon their families or homes, vanish.
Engaging, please continue Doctor,
Holmes urged.
Yes, well. I learnt that the Dabish’s were well-loved and highly respected by the members of their community, so Mrs. Dabish’s hysteria has come as a shock. Let me be clear, the authorities were very firm in their conclusion that there was absolutely no evidence pointing to anything other than a self-inflicted wound. The only testimony we have is from the maid, Veronica Smith her name is, who said privately that Mrs Dabish took the death of her husband extremely hard.
Who was the Inspector on the case?
Holmes asked.
It was Inspector William Daniels.
Daniels is a respectable man. That aside it would seem you are under the impression something was missed?
Correct,
Doctor Freud continued. Female hysteria is brutal for women, but this does not feel like so classic a case. Let me recall all the events up until now. I was simply visiting London for recreation when this case was brought to me. Inspector Daniels heard of my presence here and sent someone to fetch me. I found this troublesome as I was looking for a bit of peace after a tiresome year,
Dr Freud informed. I was told that Mrs Dabish was found by the housemaid, Miss Smith, and that she was lying on the kitchen floor, a knife in her chest, and writhing in pain. Miss Smith tried to help Mrs Dabish, but she was unbearable and impossible to aid. As fate would have it, there lives a physician within earshot of the Dabish house. He was home and heard the cries. He came over to help and saw Mrs Dabish in this shattered state of mind. He told the police that she was rambling on about a devil and accused anyone who approached her of being a devil. He was able to sedate her and tend to her wound. The woman missed all her vital organs in her attempted suicide, but when she awoke in the hospital she was as frantic as ever, rambling on about empty eyes, a devil, and repeating a series of numbers 5181 and 899. Your guess is as good as mine as to what they mean.
Your story is compelling, Doctor. Where did you first see Mrs Dabish?
Holmes asked.
Our first meeting, well, you see, I was under the impression that she was under careful watch in a hospital, but I soon discovered she was incarcerated in Bedlam. I must say that place is barbaric. The treatment of the patients is hardly suitable for even the most degenerate of animals. I shouldn’t wonder if those in charge of that establishment are in more need of psychiatric care than the prisoners inside.
I am inclined to agree with you, Doctor,
said I taking copious notes of this affair.
Please, tell me, what happened next?
Holmes pressed.
I expressed my concern to Inspector Daniels about treating a patient in this environment, but I did not have the power to remove her. Though, I was able to acquire a small, private, room and keep her in there closed off from the lunacy of the establishment. My conditions were that they move her and give me a place to work or I would leave.
The Doctor paused to take a sip of his tea before continuing. Inspector Daniels asked me to try and discover the reason for this woman’s sudden mental break. He informed me that the day before she was over at a couples’ house for afternoon tea and there was nothing out of the ordinary in her behaviour.
And what did you discover?
I asked. Doctor Freud turned his gaze off Holmes and towards me.
She was put in a strait-jacket and sat in the room with me. Her eyes were wide and panicked, and her lips were peeling and bloody from incessant biting. She only spoke a little, but I recorded it. Let me play it for you.
Play it?
I questioned.
Yes, Doctor Watson, a revolutionary technique. I wanted to try a new way of obtaining and storing all the evidence I needed from time spent with my patient, and recording conversations with them. Though painful work, and not always completely successful, it has been most useful on the rare occasion that I have been able to employ this method,
Doctor Freud informed.
Truly remarkable!
said I as Doctor Freud rose and turned on a phonograph that was sitting on a table. It began to crackle and play. This is the transcript:
Doctor Freud: Mrs Dabish? Mrs Dabish, can you look at me?
Mrs Dabish: I see... you... I see you.
Doctor Freud: Do you know where you are?
Mrs Dabish: Away from it. The devil can’t find me here.
Doctor Freud: What devil is this?
Mrs Dabish: Devilish eyes - empty. . . cold. . .black! No... No, no, the devil can’t get me here. I can’t smell it here.
Doctor Freud: Mrs Dabish, do you recognise this?
Mrs Dabish: No! Get away! Don’t come near me! Stay away!
There were loud crashes and other voices shouting while trying to restrain Mrs Dabish before the recording ended. Doctor Freud turned the phonograph off and took his seat again.
This was yesterday. She’s barely improved. All I was doing was handing her a photograph of her and her husband, and she exploded the moment I reached out towards her.
And you believe this reaction is a direct result of her current condition. Do you think she was attacked by some, devil?
Holmes asked.
Let us leave spiritual matters out of this, but I do believe she was attacked. Mr Holmes, I can tell you this, her mind is gone. The person she was cannot return, but pieces of that person still remain, and it is those piece of her that are reacting spontaneously with painful and startling triggers. Whatever caused this hysteria, it has manifested as the ‘devil’.
Before we carry on, I should like to speak with Mrs Dabish.
Holmes announced.
Very well, I assumed you would and arranged for us to see her shortly. I have a hansom waiting outside for us.
***
We arrived at Bedlam with great haste. Walking the corridors of this place put a feeling of great disgust and disturbance inside me. Even Holmes, who was master of controlling his emotions, had an expression of displeasure as he and I were taken to the room where Mrs Dabish was being kept.
Let me go alone. Listen through the slots if you must, but it would be best for me to not have any distractions,
said Holmes.
As you wish,
said Doctor Freud. The door was opened slowly and Holmes dashed inside followed by the door quickly closing behind him. Doctor Freud and I stood on either side of the door and listened to Holmes talk.
Mrs Dabish?
he urged.
The devil lurks. Stalking his prey and feeding on the innocent. I pray to God, save me. I pray. 5181. . .899. . .no, no, safe now. God saved me,
muttered Mrs Dabish.
Mrs Dabish, may I speak with you?
Holmes asked.
Yes ... yes, that’s me, I’m Mrs Dabish,
she replied in a gentle, American accent. Please come in for some tea won’t you?
Looking through the slots one could see where Mrs Dabish believed herself to be somewhere else. Holmes walked over slowly and knelt down.
I am Mr Sherlock Holmes; I need to ask you some questions.
Homes, home, home no, no home, I can’t go home! I am home! New home; no devil here. The devil hides in the shadows! I smell his breath!
The woman who was beginning to panic
Mrs Dabish, stay calm,
Holmes interrupted.
Isabelle, no one calls me Isabelle! My grandmother she was Isabelle, too.
Isabelle,
said Holmes in a gentle voice. Tell me about the devil.
There was silence for some time then the voice of Mrs Dabish was heard.
The devil . . . smells. I can smell it. Could smell it.
But you cannot smell it any more?
Holmes asked.
No, smell. Yes, I had to get away from the devil’s breath.
What can you tell me of the devilish eyes?
The eyes,
she said, her voice starting to shake. The devilish eyes. I saw them, so empty, so black! It got me. It... it... got me! Got me, caught me. I run and run and run but can’t escape it. It chases, with cold empty eyes! 5181, 899... 5181, 899... No, stop it! I’m safe, I won’t go back! No! Leave me alone!
As the woman began ranting she started to flail, and