Ten Compelling Sherlock Holmes Crime Mysteries In One Complete
Book: VOLUME ONE. STORY ONE: The Game of Cat and Mouse. The
interior was dark and neither of us searched for a lamp or switch.
There came a ticking of some clock or another. And the sound of a
dripping faucet somewhere in the house was like a hammer to an
anvil. Our breaths were loud, but my heart sounded louder to me.
Interestingly enough, Holmes moved as though he'd been through here
before. STORY TWO: The Mystery of the Faceless Bride. The bride
carried no decaying roses but her bridal dress was torn and burnt.
Her bare legs, starved needle points, staggered disjointedly. The
veil hung low over her face. I had my pistol, however I could not
shoot. Her face Even in the darkness I could see its ruin. STORY
THREE: The Case of the Cracked Mirror. The fireman had seen a
skeleton, wearing a dress coat, whose head was aflame. I was deeply
worried for the missing young woman. If she had been taken by the
opera ghost, be he flesh or spirit, how would she fare if she
rejected his 'love'? STORY FOUR: A Strange Affair with the Woman on
the Tracks. Jane screeched at this further betrayal and went for
Henry. They began to struggle. Henry was the stronger out of the
two yet the woman's pain was unstoppable. His hands wrapped around
her throat and Jane clawed at his face until she fell. We stared
down at Jane's body. STORY FIVE: The Curse of a Native. Adams had
violently slapped Kimilu so hard that the sheer force had floored
the waiter and the usually humble waiter had lost it. He had stood
up and angrily talked back at him in his native language which
Adams did not understand. But Butler had lived in Africa for over
two decades and he understood every word. It was chilling to say
the least. STORY SIX: The Mystery of the Poisoned Tomb. "Ah good
morning, John, if we do not hurry then we shall miss the unveiling
of the sarcophagus." He leaped up, feeling much better than I did,
and chased me into my own room so that I could get changed. Holmes
and I made our way through. They had been waiting for us. I
couldn't wait to see if there really was a Pharaoh in the next room
STORY SEVEN: The Case of the missing Mayan Codices. "I do not
suppose that you have brought your revolver with you Watson?" I
shook my head to indicate that my response was in the negative to
his question. He turned his head forward again and led us through
the kitchen, past several side pantries. As we cautiously inched
forward, Holmes observed that the blood trail consisted of droplets
of varying size. STORY EIGHT: Murders on the Voyage to India.
Murder; "Murder." The scream echoed down the hallway shaking me
from my slumber and into the dim vision of the electric lights.
Someone was banging on the door and Watson scrambled to open it.
Her hands were covered with odious red, and tears streaked across
her reddened face. STORY NINE: The Heist. "Gentlemen, I am here to
represent the interest of Henry Bank & Trust. We would like to
resolve the situation quickly and quietly. Holmes sat across from
her, studying her with a nonplussed air. "I must admit" he said,
"that I do not know how to assist you. Inspector Lestrade was here
earlier, and it appears that you are missing nothing and they have
no thieves in custody. STORY TEN: Death in the Tropics of an
English Explorer. "And I suppose you expect me to solve the whole
case on that information alone? Surely there is something more you
can give me." Replied Holmes; quickly losing interest in the
subject. Mycroft continued, "Suppose I said that it is possible,
while studying the lives of an indigenous tribe known as the
Koburu, that the great explorer, Sir Hughes Blakefield, was
murdered in cold blood.
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