You look at me as if I were a conjuror,’ Holmes remarked, with a laugh.

No, the events which I am about to describe were simply too monstrous, too shocking to appear in print. They still are. It is no exaggeration to suggest that they would tear apart the entire...

Un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l’admire.A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him.

One should always look for a possible alternative, and provide against it. -Sherlock Holmes

So it was, my dear Watson, that at two o’clock today I found myself in my old armchair in my own old room, and only wishing that I could have seen my old friend Watson...

In the darkest corner of a darkened room, all Sherlock Homes stories begin. In the pregnant dim of gaslight and smoke, Holmes would sit, digesting the day’s papers, puffing on his long pipe, injecting himself...

Murder was so trivial in the stories Harold loved. Dead bodies were plot points, puzzles to be reasoned out. They weren’t brothers. Plot points didn’t leave behind grieving sisters who couldn’t find their shoes.

There would be no Sherlock Holmes if it were not for serial publication.

I hope that the kind reader recognises this as a despairing attempt at humour.

Here dwell together still two men of note/ Who never lived and so can never die:/ How very near they seem, yet how remote/ That age before the world went all awry./ But still the...

It was quite elementary,’ returned the detective with a languid gesture of one hand.