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The Redacted Sherlock Holmes: Volume I
The Redacted Sherlock Holmes: Volume I
The Redacted Sherlock Holmes: Volume I
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ORLANDO PEARSON, Dr Watson's successor as the assistant to Sherlock Holmes, was entrusted by the doctor with notes on cases too controversial to publish during Holmes's career. The three complete stories in this volume were withheld respectively due to the threat they posed to national security, the disclosure of a scandal in a foreign Royal family, and the exposure of excessively close links between Government ministers and industry. Other stories, which are available on-line, highlighted such matters as Government failure to regulate the banks and some grotesque events in Camberwell. It is obviously inconceivable that any of these issues could be of relevance in the better ordered twenty- first century, but these stories, freshly unearthed, provide a fascinating insight into some of the issues facing society at the turn of the twentieth and right up to the early 1950's. In this volume The Fu¨hrer and his Deputies A Scandal in Nova Alba The Ministers and the Moguls Available at www.orlandopearson.com The Prince and the Munshi The Adventure of the Fourth Messenger The Trial of Joseph Carr An Anonymous Commission The Camberwell Tyrant The Red Priest's Treasure Trove
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Release dateDec 8, 2015
ISBN9781910782903
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    The Redacted Sherlock Holmes - Orlando Pearson

    The Führer and His Deputies

    I have indicated several times in the past that there would be no further works about Sherlock Holmes. When I have done so, I have generally added the qualification that this was not for want of suitable material. After the Great War, however, relations between Holmes and me became much more distant as he retired to be an apiarist in Sussex. I had moved out of Baker Street after I remarried in 1907 and from then until well into the late nineteen-twenties I was busy raising my family with my second wife at our house in Queen’s Square. Accordingly, while I continued to publish old cases occasionally, I had no recent ones on which to report. As time passed, these old stories increasingly wore the air of coming from a by-gone age. Thus, after 1927, I published no further cases at all as I had no desire for the work of my friend to appear as up to date as the penny-farthing bicycle or the mangle.

    The narrative that follows recounts the only one of Holmes’s cases from the second German war just ended in which I had an involvement. As might be expected, both Holmes and I were physically frail by the mid-nineteen-forties. Nevertheless, this case illustrates how my friend’s extraordinary intellectual capacities were, with full justification, valued at the most senior levels across Europe long after his withdrawal from active detective work.

    In 1937 my wife died and, rather to my surprise, Holmes travelled up to London for her interment. At the wake we readily fell back into conversation.

    Come to Sussex, dear boy! he urged. My beekeeper’s cottage could do with a bit more life. My housekeeper will remain in post with me, but she has saved enough to buy her own cottage in the village and will move there, which means that I have extra space. You will remember the housekeeper as Mrs Turner – the married name of Mrs Hudson’s elder daughter – who ran the Baker Street flats with her mother after Mr Hudson’s death. We can spend our time there defying the fading of the light. This time I will not even need to persuade a relative to buy your practice as your freedom from any smell of iodoform tells me that you have fully given up your work as a doctor in civil practice.

    My children had by 1937 all long since left the family home and I found the idea of living in the country with Holmes far more appealing than living on my own in central London. It proved surprisingly easy to settle my affairs and within a month I had moved into Holmes’s cottage.

    There I planned to spend my final days and would have done so had the War not brought about a sudden change of plans. Our cliff-top village was an ideal location for a look-out and extended gun-battery to protect against the invasion feared in 1940. Our cottage was requisitioned and Holmes and I had to move out. With accommodation so short, I was concerned that we would not be able to find anywhere suitable to live, so I was pleased when, contrary to my fears, Holmes rapidly obtained the tenancy of a cottage near Fenny Stratford in Buckinghamshire. Thus it was that in July 1940 we found ourselves in the flat lands of the northern Home Counties, in a pleasant cottage with space for Holmes to continue his retirement activity of bee-keeping.

    Fenny Stratford was such a peaceful village even in the Emergency that I expected few visitors. I was therefore surprised when a constant stream of people came to see Holmes. One such visitor routinely arrived on a bicycle with a gas mask covering his face. I could only catch the name Alan in the muffled speech which emanated from behind the mask when I opened the door. He always carried a large tea mug in his hand and, before coming into the house, he would detach his bicycle chain, which he then carried into our cottage over his shoulders on a rag to protect his clothes from the oil. Other callers – more normal in looks and behaviour – were also often on the doorstep. I had guessed that Holmes would have some involvement with the war effort, however tangential, and so in the atmosphere of secrecy which prevailed during the Emergency, I was not surprised that Holmes always asked for exclusive use of our small living room when visitors called. I either retired upstairs, or to our small kitchen. But, through the thin walls of the cottage, the odd word was audible, particularly when discussions became animated. If Alan was there, the voices were noticeably hushed and nothing could be overheard, but when anyone else visited, voices were frequently raised quite loudly. Sometimes, I sensed, quite considerable anger was vented. The German province of Thuringia – the province of Bach’s birth – was mentioned with great animation, often in connection with bombs. I looked on the map and wondered why the focus of Bomber Command’s air campaign should be the relatively small industrial towns of Jena and Erfurt, rather than the much bigger and more important Ruhr basin.

    It was early May 1945 and the German war was all but at an end when a new visitor called on us. As usual, I vacated our living room, on this occasion retiring to the kitchen. I was just lighting a cigarette when Holmes put his head around the door and said Watson, could I ask you to join us? Major Frank Foley has specifically asked that you be commissioned to make a record of this case.

    My heart leapt at the suggestion and I joined Major Foley and Holmes in our sitting room.

    Mr Holmes, you will remember that in May 1941, Hitler’s deputy, Rudolf Heβ unexpectedly landed in Scotland?

    Age had not withered my colleague’s power of recall nor diminished the rigour of his spirit, so his response was a curt Of course I remember it.

    I was the man who interrogated him. At the time there was general puzzlement that Heβ, a man so high up in Nazi circles, should have been so ignorant of German plans. He had flown to Britain and asked to speak to the Duke of Hamilton, but he did not claim political asylum, did not make any remotely credible attempt to present new peace proposals, and did not seem to have any worthwhile reason to have taken the great personal risk of flying here solo. He regularly claimed amnesia and then had patches where he remembered meeting people in the past. Since the announcement of the death of Hitler earlier this week, he has suddenly become lucid. He now talks at length about the Nazi inner circle and has made some startling claims about it which we are quite unable to disprove.

    Pray continue.

    At some point soon there will be a trial of the surviving Nazi leadership. One of Heβ’s defences against being put on trial would be insanity. Our psychiatrists are divided as to whether Heβ is insane, while our Soviet allies have made it clear that they will regard any failure to put him on trial as a major breach of our alliance. We therefore want Heβ to be questioned by a man whose word carries weight both here and in Moscow and we want the questioning to be reported by a man of unimpeachable integrity – hence my request that Dr Watson joins us. There should be no doubt that the questioning has been thoroughly carried out and Heβ’s responses accurately recorded.

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