A few years ago, I had an idea for a story about Sherlock Holmes and how he became the “world’s most famous detective.” During my research, I discovered his fans (referred to as “Sherlockians”) are highly organized. Since 1934, these devotees have met to commemorate the great detective. From the original group, interest spread throughout the world. Today, local organizations (called “scions”) hold monthly or quarterly meetings to share their admiration for the man in the deerstalker.
I’m a member of The Crew of the Barque Lone Star, founded in 1970. As part of the activities leading up to the scion’s fiftieth anniversary, members are contributing to an annual anthology where Sherlock Holmes solves mysteries from the stories of the Grimm brothers and other fairy tales. The first of these, A Grimm Holmes, came out last year and the next A Grimmer Holmes will be out later this year. Volume 1 is available for a free on the scion’s Website.
Here’s a taste of mine:
An Excerpt from “The Adventure of the Missing Irregulars”
The knock came as Holmes and I sat down for breakfast. Sherlock paused, his fork and knife suspended above his plate, ready to attack the kipper lying there. “Come in, Wiggins.”
A lad of about sixteen stepped into the room, and peered at my flatmate. “How’d ya’ know it was me?”
“Quite obvious, really.” Holmes chewed a bite of fish. “No one had knocked on the front door, and your steps were too light for a man and too quick for a lady. Therefore, Mrs. Hudson had let in a boy through the back entry. I suppose it could’ve been another of the Irregulars, but given you are their leader, logically, it would be you.”
Wiggins’ mouth formed an o.“Laws. That’s a ‘nificent piece of thinkin’.”
“What I am unable to ‘think’ out, however, is the purpose of your visit.”
The young man sobered immediately at this pronouncement, his lower lip trembling. “It’s me mates. They’re gone.”
Sherlock’s next forkful froze halfway to his mouth. A piece of kipper swung from the tines. “Gone? How?”
“I dunno, ‘xactly. The six of us went to sleep, and when I woke up, they was gone.”