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...

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26. I. 1. The Best And Wisest Man

221B Baker Street, July 1891.

Turning my hat in my hands, I stared at the huge, framed etching which, depicting the fateful Reichenbach Falls, still hung over the fireplace. Though my visit was an unannounced one, Mrs. Hudson had let me in, thankfully without asking for reasons. This was just as well, because surely I hardly could have given her even a single one. In fact, I asked myself why I had come here. Was I so keen on tormenting myself? Obviously I was, because I again came to see these lodgings, even if I was well aware that this would bring memories flooding back and put tears yet uncried into my eyes. Holmes' death already lay back more than two months, but it felt like it had only been two days.

Sitting down in my old chair, I wiped my forehead. On my and Mycroft Holmes' request, Mrs. Hudson had left these rooms like they were before Sherlock Holmes and I departed for the continent. Now it looked to me like he had only gone out- like he could walk in again any time and everything would be back to normal. How I wished for that to happen! But a glance at the picture over the fireplace reminded me that I knew better. No place for any hope here...
I looked down at my hands, noticing the small brim around my ring finger where the skin was whiter than on the rest of my right hand.

I suddenly was aware that I wore my mourning more for Holmes than for Mary. I thought back to the time of my marriage with a feeling of gratitude, but it was for Holmes that I wept for.

He had truly been the best and wisest man.

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