“I shall judge its success upon the interval, Watson,” said Holmes. “Ballet might not be the diversion you crave, but it has got you out of Baker Street, man, and therefore I shall consider it a success!”
I sighed deeply, ignoring the frowns and mutterings of nearby patrons. “There is nothing wrong with my dressing gown and slippers!” Holmes turned sharply, his eyes alight with indignation in the gloom. “Had I not, Holmes, you would be embracing oblivion in your dressing gown and slippers, bemoaning the stagnation of existence and ruing the distinct lack of mental stimulation that has seen you not leave our lodgings for these last three weeks!” “Had I known this was the planned diversion I should have locked myself in my room and not emerged until this farcical notion of yours had run its course. Two seats in the gods was the best my modest purse could afford, but our opulent surroundings more than made up for a slightly compromised view of the stage, which presently was obscured from view by a red velvet curtain bearing Her Majesty’s royal crest. It was in the winter of 1894 that such a bout of melancholy led me to procure two tickets for the Royal Opera House, in the hope that a cultural distraction might at least prove briefly diverting for Holmes. Indeed, whenever Holmes found himself without problems to solve, he would descend into the most profound malaise of spirit, one that often saw him reaching for the cocaine syringe. It hungers for knowledge, sated only by the sustenance brought by cases. For Holmes’s mind, arguably his greatest virtue, is also his gravest curse. But, during my years as his companion and friend, I have learned that such a gifted intelligence carries with it a most debilitating burden. I have seen him often make them appear thus. His cognitive acumen and mental acuity are so well developed that most humble professors of Oxford or Cambridge would appear lack-witted by comparison. There can be no doubt concerning the genius of Sherlock Holmes. To receive advance information, news, competitions, and exclusive offers online, please sign up for the Titan newsletter on our website. Please email us at: or write to us at the above address. Visit our website: No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.Ī CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (except for satirical purposes), is entirely coincidental.Ĭopyright © 2017 Nick Kyme. Names, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Chapter Three: The Thief of Regent StreetĬhapter Five: The Mysterious Demise of Reginald DunbarĬhapter Six: Rendezvous at the Running HorseĬhapter Sixteen: The Confession of Mr DerrickĬhapter Eighteen: The History of Saint Agatha’sĬhapter Twenty: A Matter of Public RecordĬhapter Twenty-One: The Secret of Church RowĬhapter Twenty-Two: A Grave ConfrontationĬhapter Twenty-Three: The Sincere Account of Damian GravesĬhapter Twenty-Four: Gregson Rallies the TroopsĬhapter Twenty-Six: The Fate of Arkady LaznovichĬhapter Twenty-Seven: A Lingering Mystery
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