Thursday, October 3, 2013
Crow and Holmes
My friend Crow once spent some time assisting Holmes and Watson in the Mysterious Case of the Four Feathers on Her Majesty's Pillow, a story that never did become part of the published series since even now its shocking revelations could disrupt our confidence in the powers that still rule. Crow has decided that might not be such a bad thing and is busy at this moment going over his notes about the case. Perhaps we'll all know the essentials of that tale soon enough.
One of the most enjoyable parts of reading these stories is in reading about the stories Watson left out of the series. This passage is typical:
'In this memorable year of 1895 a curious and incongruous succession of cases had engaged his attention, ranging from his famous investigation of the sudden death of Cardinal Tosca - an enquiry which was carried out by Holmes at the expess desire of His Holiness the Pope - down to his arrest of Wilson, the notorious canary trainer, which removed a plague-spot from the East End of London.'
What? A notorious canary trainer? Who wouldn't be interested in learning more about that story? Even though that one will never be told (unless Crow participated in that case too), the ones that remain are sufficient to prove the genius of Sherlock Holmes:
“What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence. The question is what can you make people believe you have done.”
“Don't talk, Anderson. You lower the IQ of the entire street every time you open your mouth.”
“Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.”
'Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?'
'To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.'
'The dog did nothing in the night-time.'
'That was the curious incident,' remarked Sherlock Holmes.
“I'm not a psychopath, I'm a fully functioning sociopath. Do your research.”
Now it's time to sharpen Crow's quill pens and warm the brandy. I'm looking forward to another evening in his library sitting in the comfort of my favorite fireside chair reading while he writes.
ps: modified illustration from the Strand Magazine