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    Sherlock Holmes Tangled: Sherlock Holmes
    Sherlock Holmes Tangled: Sherlock Holmes
    Sherlock Holmes Tangled: Sherlock Holmes
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    Sherlock Holmes Tangled: Sherlock Holmes

    By John Pirillo

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    Tangled clues lead Holmes and Watson into an experience in terror that both will never forget as they pursue a madman whose only goal is to maim and torture Holmes.

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    "The fellow appears to have died from poisoning," Watson declared as he pried open the jaw of the man and examined his tongue, the back of his throat, and then his nostrils. He peered closely through Holmes spyglass, though he had his own in his black medical bag which never left his side.

    "And strangulation," Watson added.

    "And…" He sniffed at the inside of the man's mouth. "…And it would seem he also consumed some kind of toxic liquid."

    "Undoubtedly from the cord that strangled him, Watson," Holmes pointed out as he climbed down from the stepladder back onto the factory floor.

    He bent down and took a vial from Watson's black bag, unstoppered it with one hand and his teeth, then placed his swab into it and reclosed the vial. He placed the vial into a smaller bag that Watson kept to protect samples, then reclosed it.

    "We're done here, Watson," Holmes declared and then headed for the factory entrance.

    As he passed Constable Evans who had been watching the two of them, he said, "221B in about two hours, Constable, if you please."

    "Why two hours?"

    "Watson is starving," Holmes replied with an amused smile.

    Watson's stomach chose that moment to bellow out its hunger pains.

    "Oh dear me, oh my," Watson cried out, alarmed by the sound of his own body.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Pirillo
    Release dateJan 19, 2019
    ISBN9781386528272
    Sherlock Holmes Tangled: Sherlock Holmes
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    John Pirillo

    The author was born in Washington, Pennsylvannia. He loves animals and birds. Has two pet cockatiels that keep him company while he writes. He has a lovely daughter and a rascally grandson. He is rich in friends that matter and well adjusted to a life of challenges. He writes and draws every day. He loves anything science fiction, fantasy or extremely well written. Same goes for movies and TV. Not married currently, but has an eye and ear open to possibilities. :)

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      Sherlock Holmes Tangled - John Pirillo

      Sherlock Holmes

      Tangled

      John Pirillo

      Copyright 2019

      Table of Contents

      Issues and Answers Declined

      Ingenious

      Loathing Across Baker Street

      Elegant Prose in a Dying Man’s Breath

      Mother Mary’s Church of Light

      221B Baker Street

      Scotland Yard

      Mother Mary’s Church of Light

      220C Baker Street

      221B Baker Street

      Mother Mary’s Church of Light

      221B Baker Street

      Mother Mary’s Church of Light

      221 B Baker Street

      Mother Mary’s Church of Light

      Father Myron Corby

      Light at the Dark End of the Tunnel

      221B Baker Street

      Request for Review

      Author's Note

      Glossary of the Baker Street Universe

      Request for Review

      Author’s Note

      Issues and Answers Declined

      Watson groaned.

      The weight upon his chest was cumbersome.

      Extremely cumbersome.

      He might have multiple fractures and broken ribs.

      He wasn’t sure.

      He groaned again.

      As if that would help any, he thought.

      Scones.

      He saw a plate of warm scones, their fragrance wafting towards him in a light smoke drifting from the plate. Heaven was coming.

      Then why was it so dark if it was heaven?

      And getting darker.

      Darkness.

      Deep darkness.

      Then nothing.

      Ingenious

      Holmes eyed the noose that dangled from the ceiling and then the body that lay crumpled on the floor beneath the noose. The poor man’s neck was purplish where the noose had restricted blood flow and swollen with almost instantaneous bruises as the blood vessels burst from the restraining rope.

      The noose was at the end of about three feet of very stiff cord. The new wire that such as Edison and Tesla used for their new devices and to wire the cars that ran on electricity. He sniffed it.

      A slight burnt tang, as if it had been close to a burning fire somewhere at some time. He barely touched the cord with his swab and looked at its tip. A slight corrosive effect was causing the normally white cotton to fizzle and burn inwards. It continued for a moment and stopped.

      The fellow appears to have died from poisoning, Watson declared as he pried open the jaw of the man and examined his tongue, the back of his throat, and then his nostrils. He peered closely through Holmes spyglass, though he had his own in his black medical bag which never left his side.

      And strangulation, Watson added.

      And... He sniffed at the inside of the man’s mouth. ...And it would seem he also consumed some kind of toxic liquid.

      Undoubtedly from the cord that strangled him, Watson, Holmes pointed out as he climbed down from the stepladder back onto the factory floor.

      He bent down and took a vial from Watson’s black bag, unstoppered it with one hand and his teeth, then placed his swab into it and reclosed the vial. He placed the vial into a smaller bag that Watson kept to protect samples, then reclosed it.

      We’re done here, Watson, Holmes declared and then headed for the factory entrance.

      As he passed Constable Evans who had been watching the two of them, he said, 221B in about two hours, Constable, if you please.

      Why two hours?

      Watson is starving, Holmes replied with an amused smile.

      Watson’s stomach chose that moment to bellow out its hunger pains.

      Oh dear me, oh my, Watson cried out, alarmed by the sound of his own body.

      Holmes smiled at the Constable. I rest my case.

      Then he proceeded to the huge sliding door of the factory warehouse, nodded to two other constables and vanished into the night.

      Watson drew a tarp back over the fallen body, noting that the man was about five foot five,

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