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It was a good two months before I heard anything further about the Trimingham escapade. I was re-reading a favourite American Western novel in my small street-facing parlour, one chilly afternoon, when I heard a distinct rat-a-tat on the front door. I knew instantly that it was Holmes, his knock as familiar to me then as it had always been in our Baker Street days. I could not hide my pleasure on answering the door.
“Watson, your passion for Zane Grey is a new affectation on your part, but I am reassured to see that you have not lost your traditional love of snooker.” He swept into the hallway and continued his discourse, while removing his hat and heavy black overcoat. “I would venture that your trip to the theatre yesterday evening was marred by an argument with a taxi driver on the way home and in recent days you have received news that your application to become a member of the governing board of the Charing Cross Hospital has met with success. How am I doing so far?” he chimed.
I could but smile and, as ever, be humbled by Holmes’ proficiency in observing those tiny clues which pass u
“I take it that you have news of the Descartes case?” said I.
“You are not wrong, dear friend. I have just come from Scotland Yard where I was engaged to decipher an intercepted communication from a Bolshevik sympathiser in Sydenham to his Soviet paymasters. In doing so, I appear to have foiled a plot to murder the Foreign Secretary. While there, I caught up with Chief Inspector Wattisfield, who had been told that I was in the building and sought me out. He had some good news.”
Holmes went on to say that the charges against Heinrich Descartes had been dropped, the lawyers acting for the Crown being persuaded that there was little evidence on which to secure a conviction for manslaughter. Descartes was free to leave the country, but had chosen to remain at Trimingham Manor and continue in his role as valet to Gerald Harker. The Dawsons were apparently delighted with the outcome.
“Very neat, Holmes,” I ventured, “but how does that leave the matter of the Descartes Inheritance?”
“That, I ca
“Then there is still some hope that this long-winded saga might yet be resolved and we will live to see Descartes inherit his birthright,” said I.
“There is every chance of a legal resolution, I would say, Watson. As to whether it will come in my lifetime, remains to be seen.”
His anomalous reply took me by surprise. But in that moment, I realised, for the first time in our long association, that despite his enduring professional reputation and undisputed genius, Holmes’ life was every bit as fragile and fleeting as my own.
As it turned out, Holmes’ prediction proved to be correct. Some years later, in the late summer of 1938 - two weeks beyond my eighty-sixth birthday - I chanced to read a small piece in The Times about the extraordinarily long-time a German-born valet had waited to inherit a legacy of £40,000. It appeared that when Gerald Harker had reached the age of eighteen, he had been persuaded that his valet - whom he had always treated more in the ma
It was gratifying to learn, finally, that the case had been resolved in such an agreeable fashion. And while it had been many years since I had had any call to document one of our i
About the Author
Mark Mower is a crime writer and historian whose passion for tales about Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson began at the age of twelve, when he watched an early black and white film featuring the unrivalled screen pairing of Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce. Hastily seeking out the original stories of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and continually searching for further film and television adaptations, his has been a lifelong obsession.
Now a member of the Crime Writers’ Association, Mark has written numerous books about true crime stories and fictional murder mysteries. His tale, The Strange Missive of Germaine Wilkes, appeared as a chapter in ‘The MX Book of New Sherlock Holmes Stories’ (MX Publishing, 2015) and his non-fiction works have included ‘Bloody British History: Norwich’ (The History Press, 2014) and ‘Suffolk Murders’ (The History Press, 2011).
Alongside his writing, Mark lectures on crime history and runs a murder mystery business. He lives close to Beccles, in the English county of Suffolk, with his wife and daughter.
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