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Sherlock Holmes and the Notting Hill Rapist
Sherlock Holmes and the Notting Hill Rapist
Sherlock Holmes and the Notting Hill Rapist
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In this enjoyable and twisted Sherlockian short story, we find pregnant women being stripped of their babies in Kensington Gardners. On further investigation, Holmes and Jasper Lestrade uncover a plot which threatens the very throne of England - but can they act in time to save the Windsors? This intriguing tale was first published in 2016 in the third collection of the Final Tales of Sherlock Holmes.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherMX Publishing
Release dateFeb 21, 2017
ISBN9781787050761
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    Sherlock Holmes and the Notting Hill Rapist - John A. Little

    Sherlock Holmes and the Notting Hill Rapist

    John A. Little

    Publisher Information

    First published in 2016

    This edition published in 2017 by

    MX Publishing

    335 Princess Park Manor, Royal Drive

    London, N11 3GX

    www.mxpublishing.com

    Digital edition converted and distributed by

    Andrews UK Limited

    www.andrewsuk.com

    © Copyright 2016, 2017 John A. Little

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    All rights reserved. No reproduction, copy or transmission of this publication may be made without express prior written permission. No paragraph of this publication may be reproduced, copied or transmitted except with express prior written permission or in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright Act 1956 (as amended). Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damage.

    All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The opinions expressed herein belong to the author and do not necessarily reflect those of MX Publishing or Andrews UK Limited.

    The Notting Hill Rapist

    ‘Watson. Do wake up, old chap! They are showing a new Buster Keaton moving picture at the Coronet in Notting Hill. It is called The General and is rumoured to be his funniest yet. Shall we take a box for an early performance? Then we can dine together afterwards. We could travel over there by motor-bus, if you like!’

    I groaned. It may have been in my sleep. These words also.

    ‘Holmes, anything is better than that blasted underground tunnel again! Please!’

    My friend had grabbed my hat and coat and was standing eagerly over the living-room sofa, his eyes aglow with the possibility of a little distraction from his boring everyday life during Easter Monday, 1927. Either that or he had injected himself with yet another solution of cocaine hydrochloride. Good luck to him if it helped him endure the long days of ennui. What did it matter if we both died a few years earlier than we were destined to? There have been many occasions recently when I was tempted to join him, if only to ease the worsening pain in my Maiwand leg wound.

    I had been day-dreaming of our previous case, several months earlier, when we had uncovered a murderous paedophile club in the dungeons beneath a church. They had abused and killed thirty-seven young boys over a long period of time, led by a strange exhausted bookseller, who seemed to be the Pied Piper of the group, and who had vanished mysteriously afterwards. Those disgusting perverts had even tried to bury us alive! But we had escaped from our premature interment, thanks mainly to my good friend’s bartitsu skills.

    I sat up suddenly, my early evening snooze thoroughly disrupted.

    ‘Eh, what? Did you say something about dining, Holmes?’

    ‘Yes, yes. Food. But first, Buster Keaton. Here is your hat and coat. And we shall take a hansom, if that is your preference.’

    I still marvelled at the change that had occurred in the great detective, once he had given up his bee-keeping in Sussex and returned

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