The Head And The Heart- A collection of Sherlock Holmes stories

A collection of stories about Sherlock Holmes, the well-known and well-loved detective, and his trusted friend and biographer Dr. Watson. "Reichenbach Feels" is set immediately after the unfortunate events of 'The Final Problem'. We follow the landlady of 221B, young Rebecca Hudson, on a quest to fill the void left behind by the untimely death of a lodger. In "A Case of Identity" a nightmare that has haunted our heroes becomes true: Professor Moriarty has finally outwitted them. And so we witness them planning a spectacular flight... "Both or None" depicts the best friendship in literature: Holmes and Watson have often saved each other's life- but what if nothing is safe, and no one is saved? Can one live without the other? Features two bonus stories: "Better Words Than These" describes what an impending war in the early 1900s might mean for a certain retired army surgeon, and his friend... In "The Fourth Wall" our heroes face the problem of an author vexed by his creations...


2. 1. Extract from the Diary of Rebecca Hudson


6th of May, 1891

Tonight I received a telegram: I was overjoyed to see it was from them, for I had already started to worry having not received news from Switzerland for some time. But when I, before reading it fully, glanced at the last line, my heart stopped beating for a second. Because usually, their names were at the end of their telegrams. Usually there were two initials: "S.H." and "J.W." But this time, the "S.H." was missing.

My mind started to produce the most obscure theories why Holmes didn't sign the message. The piece of paper in my hand was shaking due to my anxiety. My mind made up more and more theories, and the only way I could find out what happened was to read the telegram. I took a breath and started to run my eyes over the lines. It was quite short, but it left me shaking in my boots.

"its over. going back as soon as possible. j.w."

The few words seemed to bear in them that my biggest fear was coming true. I sank into an armchair, and closed my eyes for a while. I can't recall how long I've been sitting there, motionless and my feet drained of all their strength. Slowly, pictures started to build up:
Their departure. How pale Holmes looked. How sorry Watson said he was to leave me in London all alone.
I clenched my fists wishing all worst things for this Professor Moriarty that Holmes had been talking about. If anything had happened...

Suddenly I felt something wet being absorbed by my dress, and a second later I found myself sobbing helplessly. There was still a spark of hope, anyway. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. Wouldn't the doctor have mentioned it if anything was wrong with Holmes?

"There is no reason for tears, until I am completely sure what is going on..." I told myself.
I just hope that my premonition is wrong...

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