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Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson! The names of the world’s greatest detective and his stalwart friend conjure up images of Victorian London, gaslit streets, hansom cabs, and dense fogs. But there was more to the story than these heroes. There were the villains who dared to stand against them, carrying out their vile plans and evil schemes. Who were these sinners, malefactors, and criminals? We only know the barest details, as provided to us from Watson’s pen in the very few 60 stories of the original Sherlockian Canon.

For all we know, or think we know, about Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson, what we don’t know is far, far greater. In the duo’s first case, A Study in Scarlet, we learn that Holmes and Watson met on January 1st, 1881, and subsequently moved into an apartment together at 221b Baker Street. Their first case officially began on March 4th of that year, and it is argued that “The Adventure of the Resident Patient” possibly took place in October of 1881, depending on which version of the story you read. But what happened during the rest of 1881? Or all of 1882?

For all we know, or think we know, about Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson, what we don’t know is far, far greater. In the duo’s first case, A Study in Scarlet, we learn that Holmes and Watson met on January 1st, 1881, and subsequently moved into an apartment together at 221b Baker Street. Their first case officially began on March 4th of that year, and it is argued that “The Adventure of the Resident Patient” possibly took place in October of 1881, depending on which version of the story you read. But what happened during the rest of 1881? Or all of 1882?

Beyond the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes is a special three-volume collection of sequels to the original stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Each original tale is paired with an all-new adventure, spinning our hero off into plots and directions that Sir Arthur may never have considered. In many cases, years have passed by since the events of the canon. Holmes and Watson find that people change. New facts are uncovered. Some characters aren't as dead as one might have assumed! Intriguingly, many stories have multiple sequels! Holmes, to his credit, rises to the challenge every time!

For all we know, or think we know, about Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, what we don't know is far, far greater. In one of the duo's most exciting cases, The Adventure of the Speckled Band, we know when Helen Stoner arrives "in a considerable state of excitement" at the door of 221B Baker Street, seeking the assistance of Holmes and Watson: "It was early in April in the year '83..." But what happened during the rest of 1883? Or all of 1884?

Sherlock Holmes wird von Mrs. Arabella Blimber engagiert, um den Mord an ihrer angeblich verhassten Nachbarin Mrs. Henrietta Chowser zu untersuchen, die mit einer Schrotflinte getötet wurde. Durch Ermittlungen enthüllt Holmes, dass die beiden Frauen seit ihrer Schulzeit enge Freundinnen und Komplizinnen bei mehreren Morden waren, darunter an ihren Ehemännern und einer Mitschülerin, um finanzielle Vorteile zu erlangen.

Sherlock Holmes wird widerwillig in die Untersuchung einer Serie grausamer Morde verwickelt, bei denen erfolgreiche, wohlhabende Männer mit einem Eisenbahnnagel getötet werden – eine Methode, die an die biblische Geschichte von Jael erinnert. Als er und Dr. Watson tiefer graben, stoßen sie auf eine Gruppe ehemaliger Studienfreunde, die vor einem Jahrzehnt in den kanadischen Rocky Mountains ein dunkles Geheimnis teilen. Die Spuren führen zu einem Hotelvorfall und einem möglichen Rachefeldzug, der die Elite Londons in Angst versetzt.

Das Abenteuer von Blut und Feuer ist eine Sherlock-Holmes-Geschichte des Autors Craig Stephen Copland über eine außergewöhnliche historische Frau, Evangeline Booth. In dieser Geschichte ist sie noch eine junge Hauptfrau (Captain) in der Heilsarmee. In späteren Jahren stieg sie in den Rängen auf und wurde Generalin der internationalen Heilsarmee. In dieser Erzählung erhalten wir einen kurzen Einblick in den Mut und die Entschlossenheit, die zum Markenzeichen dieser überlebensgroßen Persönlichkeit werden sollten.

Kehren Sie zurück in die Baker Street, wo der berühmteste Detektiv der Welt auf sechs neue Fälle trifft, die seine Expertenhand erfordern. Londons Meisterdetektiv Sherlock Holmes macht sich mit dem langmütigen Watson auf den Weg, während die Detektive von Scotland Yard wieder einmal ratlos sind. Wie zu erwarten war, taucht bald das böse Genie – der Napoleon des Verbrechens – Professor Moriarty wieder auf. Trotz Moriartys Intrigen wird Sherlock die Wissenschaft der Deduktion nutzen, um Mysterien von Diebstahl, Entführung, politischen Intrigen und Mord aufzuklären.

Sherlock Holmes und Dr. Watson besuchen ein Krippenspiel in einer methodistischen Kirche, bei dem das Jesuskind, gespielt vom Sohn des Lords Arsfasten, entführt wird. Holmes Untersuchungen enthüllen, dass die Mutter des Babys, Lady Arsfasten, von ihrem Ehemann tyrannisiert wird. Zudem stößt Holmes auf ein dunkles Familiengeheimnis des Lord Arsfasten, das den Detektiv zu einer anderen Vorgehensweise drängt.

The words of the missionary hymn I had sung as a schoolboy in chapel came to my mind as I stood on the deck of the steamer Redolent, anchored just off the Port of Colombo. They were to prove singularly prescient. Under more usual circumstances, the experience of looking up into the star-studded sky whilst feeling the warm, moist tropical breezes caress one's face is a sensuous joy. Yet on that night, more than twenty years ago now, I had a profound sense of foreboding.

The words of the missionary hymn I had sung as a schoolboy in chapel came to my mind as I stood on the deck of the steamer Redolent, anchored just off the Port of Colombo. They were to prove singularly prescient. Under more usual circumstances, the experience of looking up into the star-studded sky whilst feeling the warm, moist tropical breezes caress one's face is a sensuous joy. Yet on that night, more than twenty years ago now, I had a profound sense of foreboding.

"I was under the impression that you were dead," said Sherlock Holmes to the man who had entered the front room of 221B Baker Street. "I am now inclined to think that you were not murdered after all." The gentleman was of the same age as Holmes and me but sported a full beard, gray-on-its-way-to-white hair, and a short suit jacket that immediately identified him as an American. He grinned and gave his fingers a snap.

"I was under the impression that you were dead," said Sherlock Holmes to the man who had entered the front room of 221B Baker Street. "I am now inclined to think that you were not murdered after all." The gentleman was of the same age as Holmes and me but sported a full beard, gray-on-its-way-to-white hair, and a short suit jacket that immediately identified him as an American. He grinned and gave his fingers a snap.

"Ah, Watson, how good of you to join me. I trust I did not disturb your work at the hospital." "Not at all. We younger doctors are not exactly choc-a-block with patients." "Not yet, my dear chap. Not yet. However, I am very grateful that you are here, and I expect that you will quite enjoy recording my meeting with this fellow."

"Ah, Watson, how good of you to join me. I trust I did not disturb your work at the hospital." "Not at all. We younger doctors are not exactly choc-a-block with patients." "Not yet, my dear chap. Not yet. However, I am very grateful that you are here, and I expect that you will quite enjoy recording my meeting with this fellow."

Royston Giles Tamblyn III paid a visit to 221B Baker Street without a prior appointment on the morning of Saturday, 4 May 1901. He was a handsome young fellow, with flawless pale skin, well-combed hair that was blond-on-its-way-to-brown, and straight, gleaming teeth. He was dressed in a blazer and flannels, a creaseless white shirt, and an expertly tied old-school tie. In his polished boots, I could have seen my reflection had I bent over to inspect them.

"To the man who loves intellectual stimulation," remarked Sherlock Holmes, "London in August is the lowliest month on the calendar. Those with the means to do so have departed for the Algarve and the Riviera. Those without are off to Blackpool and Brighton." "And what about those," I asked, "who are left behind? You and I are still here." "You at least have your sensational accounts of my efforts to keep scribbling. I, on the other hand, am losing faith in the enterprising criminal class."

On Easter Sunday of 1919, Lady Lillian Assherton attempted to take her own life, a second time. Her first attempt was in the fall of 1917 when Her Ladyship, recently widowed, received news that both of her sons, officers in the Loyal North Lancashire Regiment, died at Passchendaele.

Royston Giles Tamblyn III paid a visit to 221B Baker Street without a prior appointment on the morning of Saturday, 4 May 1901. He was a handsome young fellow, with flawless pale skin, well-combed hair that was blond-on-its-way-to-brown, and straight, gleaming teeth. He was dressed in a blazer and flannels, a creaseless white shirt, and an expertly tied old-school tie. In his polished boots, I could have seen my reflection had I bent over to inspect them.