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    Sherlock Holmes : The Blue Carbuncle re-told in twenty-first century Easy-English
    Sherlock Holmes : The Blue Carbuncle re-told in twenty-first century Easy-English
    Sherlock Holmes : The Blue Carbuncle re-told in twenty-first century Easy-English
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    Sherlock Holmes : The Blue Carbuncle re-told in twenty-first century Easy-English

    By Mark Williams

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    Sherlock Holmes : The Blue Carbuncle - re-told in twenty-first century Easy-English is the first of the Easy-English Classics series from international best-selling author Mark Williams.

    Many classics of English literature were written in styles of English not commonly used today, and even for those who speak and read modern English fluently the archaic styles, wording and phrases can be challenging.

    All the more so for those who are late to literacy or those reading English as a second language.

    The Easy-English Classics series bridges that gap by re-writing the classics in modern-day English for modern-day English readers.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMark Williams
    Release dateDec 27, 2015
    ISBN9788892533851
    Sherlock Holmes : The Blue Carbuncle re-told in twenty-first century Easy-English
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    Mark Williams

    Mark S. Williams (PhD, Ateneo de Davao University, Philippines) served in ministry to Muslims for twenty years (1990–2010) with SIM in the Philippines. He published articles in the Journal of Asian Mission and Missiology and was a contributing author in Missionary Methods: Research, Reflections, and Realities (William Carey Library).

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      Sherlock Holmes - Mark Williams

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      The Blue Carbuncle 1.

      London, England. 1889.

      It was Boxing Day, the day after Christmas Day, as I made my way carefully through the icy London streets. A cold wind blew light, fluffy snowflakes about and I hoped it wouldn’t snow too heavily that afternoon.

      The streets were icy and slippery and I found it easier to walk on the straw strewn across the road than on the pavements. By the time I got to my destination I was absolutely freezing. It was high time I bought myself a new coat and gloves!

      I stomped my boots on the first of the stone steps outside 221b Baker Street, so I would not traipse ice and grit into Mrs. Hudson’s hallway. It had been some time since I had lived here, sharing an apartment with my dear friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and I still had a key, so I unlocked the door and let myself in.

      Mrs. Hudson! I shouted through to the kitchen where I knew the lady of the house would be busy. Partly as a courtesy to let her know I was here; more in the hope she would see me shivering and offer a warm pot of tea.

      Which of course she did, bless her.

      Merry Christmas, Dr. Watson, Mrs. Hudson said as she came into the hallway, wiping floury hands on her flowery apron. My, you look quite frozen. Hurry yourself along up to Mr. Holmes this instant and I shall bring you both a pot of steaming hot tea.

      That would be most welcome, Mrs. Hudson, I said.

      And just look at my floury hands, the landlady went on. Why, Dr. Watson, you must surely have known I was making your favourite scones today. The first batch will be coming out of the oven in no time.

      Splendid, Mrs. Hudson, I said. Splendid. And with a pat of fresh butter and your wonderful home-made strawberry jam, of course.

      Of course, chuckled Mrs. Hudson.

      I leaned in to Mrs. Hudson and whispered, Don’t tell anyone I said so, Mrs. H., but between the two of us you make far better scones than my dear wife, bless her.

      Oh, get away with you, Dr. Watson, Mrs. Hudson blushed, and she shuffled back into the kitchen, chuckling to herself.

      I made my way up the stairs to the floor occupied by my dear friend, and knocked once.

      Come in, Watson, Holmes called out.

      The Blue Carbuncle 2.

      I pushed open the door and the warmth from the blazing fire met me. I put my hat on the hat-stand just inside the door and began taking

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