Sherlock Holmes At the Raffles Hotel
Sherlock Holmes At the Raffles Hotel
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After the death of his second wife, and with patient numbers falling, Doctor Watson is considering retirement.
That is, until he gets an urgent telegram from Martha, the housekeeper of an old friend.
Sherlock Holmes is ill. Watson must make his way o his cottage in the village of Fullworth as soon as possible.
But he arrives to find Holmes alive and well, if a little melancholy. The telegram was a clever ploy by Martha to return Holmes to his former vigour.
In the village, Arshak Sarkies suggests a holiday for the pair as his guests at the Raffles Hotel in Singapore – it should be just what the doctor ordered. But knowing Holmes, they will only be able to tempt him abroad with the promise of one last case...
When they finally arrive at the hotel, it seems that Watson’s scheme has come true after all.
The wealthy wife of a hotel resident, Mr Derek Masterton, has been found dead in her apartment, her ‘Singapore Sugarplum’ sweets laced with arsenic.
With her money protected by a will, who would have the motive to kill Mrs Masterton?
How could they have gotten so close, and have predicted her every move?
And what of the strange goings-on reported by the butler?
Thrown back into the investigating game, Holmes and Watson must use all their deductive powers to solve the case of the poisoned sugarplums.
‘Sherlock Holmes at the Raffles Hotel’ is a brilliant addition to the Holmes and Watson casebooks.
'A treat for any Holmes fan'. - Robert Foster, best-selling author of 'The Lunar Code'.
John Hall spent many years in the civil service before becoming a professional writer specialising in crime fiction. His book ‘Death of a Collector’ won the Sherlock magazine’s competition for the best new fictional detective.
Endeavour Press is the UK’s leading independent publisher of digital books.
course old Martha would never rely solely on my going down there. She would send for a local medical man. I reproached myself bitterly, as I made for the door, the darkness closing in on me. It should have been I, not some stranger, who attended Holmes in his hour of need. He had never looked after himself properly, had always disregarded the dictates of medical advice and common sense alike, and this was the result! I had done what I could, of course, when we shared rooms, but latterly I had
ambiguousness, I fear that I emitted a snort indicative of impatience and exasperation alike. Holmes regarded me as he might regard a specimen under his magnifying glass. “Watson? Are you ready for your dinner, old chap? Or are you just feeling the heat?” “Dinner be damned, and heat be damned, Holmes!” I burst out – understandably, you will agree. And I would have said more, much more. But before I could elaborate, Mr Ellis stood up. “If you’ll excuse me one moment, gentlemen?” And he wandered
do you. She was merely exercising her feminine prerogative, and interfering in matters which are no concern of hers,” said Holmes, with a good deal more spirit than he had shown thus far. “My dear fellow, it can scarcely be called meddling, if she is so worried about you that she needs must consult me” I put down my knife and fork, and spoke as earnestly as I could. “Holmes, we have known one another now for a very long time. Will you not trust me in this, rely upon my discretion and my
him the cash, remember. He may … unpalatable though the notion may have been to Miss Earnshaw … he may have omitted to propose marriage to Miss Earnshaw not because they were both poor, but because he simply did not love her.” “Oh. I never thought of that!” I nodded. “I see, now. Simple, of course.” “Of course,” agreed Holmes. Ingham asked, “So Miss Earnshaw faked Mrs Gerard’s suicide, with the bottle … the first bottle … and the note, which was a page, or part of a page, from a letter from
stagnation … give me an abstruse cryptogram, the most knotty of problems, and I am in my element’?” “Very likely,” I said gloomily. “It’s exactly the sort of nonsense Holmes would spout.” “But is it true?” “Oh, I suppose it’s true enough, as far as it goes. Certainly Holmes thrives on activity, which is half … more than half … the present trouble.” “In that case,” said Arshak, “we shall have him. Just introduce me to Mr Holmes, old friend, and leave the rest to me.” Arshak had a carriage at