Sherlock Holmes and the Ghosts of Bly: And Other New Adventures of the Great Detective

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Have you ever seen a ghost, Mr. Holmes?“ asks Victoria Temple, and Sherlock Holmes, at the height of his powers in 1898, must face a new challenge, one that plunges the great detective into the realm of the supernatural. Miss Temple has been found guilty—but also insane—at her trial for murdering a child under her care. She is locked away in the Broadmoor lunatic asylum and, worse still, she believes fully in her own guilt.

But were the hauntings at the Elizabethan manor house of Bly a vision of the walking dead, perhaps, rather than delusions of her tormented mind? Or could it be that a criminal conspiracy is to blame for the psychic phenomena? In the company of Dr. Watson, the indefatigable Holmes will track down the perpetrators through the occult underworld of Victorian London.

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Publishers Weekly
Henry James's The Turn of the Screw provides the inspiration for the lengthy title tale of Thomas's superb fifth collection of Sherlock Holmes pastiches (after 2009's Sherlock Holmes and the King's Evil). In 1898, Holmes and Watson intervene on behalf of Victoria Temple, a governess confined to an insane asylum after a verdict of guilty but insane for the murder of 10-year-old Miles Mordaunt, who was suffocated only days after his eight-year-old sister, Flora, died of diphtheria. The accused murderess is convinced that the ghosts of a valet and her predecessor as governess were trying to seduce both children into evil. The three other selections are nearly up to the same high standard. "The Case of a Boy's Honour," about a scandal at a boarding school, compels even without a murder to solve. Sherlockians will hope Thomas continues to turn out these faithful and imaginative recreations for years to come. (Dec.)
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The game's afoot, Watson! Thomas's fifth Holmes collection (after Sherlock Holmes and the King's Evil) finds Dr. Watson, Holmes's friend and chronicler, journaling three more adventures of the great detective's feats of sleuthing ingenuity. The titular mystery revolves around a governess found guilty of murdering her ward. She is incarcerated in an insane asylum and convinced she did it, but could the ghosts at Bly have been responsible for the child's death? The opening story is a case of a poor, young military student's honor when he is accused of forgery and theft of a classmate's money. The final case is the murder of a famous, but little loved, actor during his performance of Hamlet. Did the killer pass him a truly poisoned drink? Thomas capably embodies Watson as Holmes's faithful narrator of these intriguing Doylesque investigations. Holmes himself is drawn perfectly as the brilliant intellect, with a hint of humor, and, above all, a pursuer of justice. VERDICT Highly recommended for Holmes devotees and others who enjoy captivating historical mysteries with a perceptive, ethical detective.—Susan O. Moritz, Montgomery Cty. P.L.s, MD
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New challenges—a novel, two novellas and a bagatelle—for the inimitable sleuth and his stalwart amanuensis.

The opening novella, "The Case of a Boy's Honour," is clearly inspired by Terence Rattigan's The Winslow Boy. A student at exclusive St. Vincent's Naval Academy stands accused of stealing a postal order, and the postmistress is the chief eyewitness. Holmes methodically discredits the seemingly airtight case against the boy while uncovering disturbing events at the school. Holmes' elder brother Mycroft makes a cameo appearance. The novel-length "The Case of the Ghosts of Bly" weaves magic and mediums into a tangled story of murderous ghosts set at the venerable country estate first made famous by Henry James. A key figure in the crimes is the enigmatic governess Miss Temple, whose spectral sightings triggered panic at Bly and led her to a murderous insanity and Bedlam, where Holmes and Watson question her. Several more will die before Holmes can expose both the charlatans and the killer. The fragmentary "Sherlock Holmes the Actor" recounts the sleuth's pre-Watson fling with the theatre. "The Case of the Matinee Idol," building on that theatrical experience, probes the murder of legendary actor Carodoc Price, who was poisoned on stage in front of a sizable audience. Holmes must put aside his personal dislike of the theatrical veteran to solve the baffling crime.

The prolific Thomas (Sherlock Holmes and the King's Evil, 2009, etc.) recreates Holmes' milieu with a sure hand, gracefully spinning his well-appointed yarns.

Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine
“With respect for the canon, deep knowledge of Victorian and Edwardian England, and the writing chops to replicate the
Watsonian style, Thomas is the all-time best at Sherlockian pastiche.”
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  • ISBN-13: 9781605981345
  • Publisher: Pegasus
  • Publication date: 12/29/2010
  • Pages: 368
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Donald Thomas is the author of more than twenty books, including The Secret Cases of Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes and the Voice from the Crypt, The Execution of Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes and the King's Evil and Sherlock Holmes and the Ghosts of Bly. He lives in Bath.

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Sherlock Holmes and the Ghosts of Bly

And Other New Adventures of the Great Detective


By Donald Thomas

Pegasus Books LLC

Copyright © 2010 Donald Thomas
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-2622-3



CHAPTER 1

The Case of a Boy's Honour


Those of my readers who have followed Holmes and me through our investigations of "The Case of the Greek Key" and "The Case of the Zimmermann Telegram" will know of our friendship with Admiral of the Fleet Sir John Fisher. At a glance, he and Holmes were quite unlike. Holmes was a private man with a fame he would gladly have avoided. Fisher was a public figure. He was in the limelight as the creator of a modern Royal Navy in the years preceding the war of 1914–1918. Before that, he had supported the building of HMS Dreadnaught and her sister battleships when Germany had not laid a single keel of such a titan. His foresight ensured Britain's supremacy at sea during the dangerous decade to come.

Not everyone admired Sir John Fisher. A man cannot uproot and reform the Committee for Imperial Defence without making enemies. Government officials do not like abrupt demands for "a modern navy in a modern world." Few are comfortable with a naval policy of "Hit first, hit hard, and keep on hitting." To Mr Asquith's cabinet this was very close to Fisher's advice to King Edward, that the Royal Navy should sink the Kaiser's High Seas Fleet at its moorings in Kiel Harbour without a declaration of war—and offer generous terms among the ruins.

Holmes and Fisher certainly shared the character of a troublemaker. Each was unconventional and unpredictable. Fisher vexed and irritated the politicians and Admiralty officials as surely as Holmes got under the skin of Scotland Yard. The two men recognised this quality in one another and built a comradeship upon it.

On a May morning in 1913 my friend opened an envelope at breakfast and informed me that his elder brother Mycroft was bringing Jackie Fisher to tea that afternoon at three o'clock.

"I daresay, Watson, it is a friendly call at short notice. It is not necessary that you should stay in if you have already made other arrangements. Needless to say, you would confer a favour upon me by being here."

When Fisher and Mycroft Holmes came to Baker Street together at short notice, you could be sure that it was something more than a friendly call.

"I should not miss it for the world," I said cheerfully.

He seemed relieved.

"There must be buttered muffins," he said presently, dangling a pipe spill absent-mindedly, "I shall go and inform Mrs Hudson. Brother Mycroft is partial to muffins, especially when served with strawberry jam."

As he went out, I returned to the county cricket in The Times. The May weather in England had been atrocious. On several days the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten on our windows from breakfast until supper. "Rain stopped play" appeared against almost two-thirds of the batting scores. I had no idea as I scanned the list of abandoned matches how important this recent weather would be to us during the next few days. Happily, since the previous evening, an improvement had set in. A strong morning sun now warmed the pedestrians and shopkeepers in the street below us. Surely we might hope for something better at last.

A few minutes after three o'clock that afternoon the hollow hoof-beats of a carriage, from the direction of the Regent's Park, slowed and stopped.

"Every eighth hoof-beat cries for a new shoe," said Holmes, sitting with his eyelids closed and the tips of his fingers touching lightly together. "Therefore it is a carriage and pair. Mycroft does not care to be seen driving in a single-horse cab. No other visitor to these premises would go to the expense of a pair. I deduce that our guests have arrived."

I got up, pulled aside the lace curtain and glanced down into the street. The black polish of the coachwork was immaculate. The two greys had been brushed and combed as if for the Trooping of the Colour on Horseguards Parade. Presently there was a pull at the bell and then laughter on the stairs as Fisher exchanged some pleasantry or other with Mrs Hudson.

Sir John had come to tea in mufti, a black swallow-tail coat, cravat and striped trousers. The humorous line of the mouth in that sallow complexion, plus a quiet resolve behind pale grey eyes, summed up his character. In his left hand he was carrying a slim black attaché case. It was hardly the mark of a man who has just dropped in for a cup of tea. Behind him, Mycroft Holmes seemed like a shambling bear in a grey flannel suit. Yet, as Sherlock Holmes never tired of assuring me, Brother Mycroft was not only the British government's Senior Advisor on Inter-Departmental Affairs—at certain times of crisis he became the British government.

We took four armchairs within range of the fireplace, where the kettle sang on the hob. Mycroft and Sir John were on one side, Sherlock Holmes and I on the other. Between us stretched a low tea-table laid with a white cloth of Irish lace. The polished dome of a muffin-dish reposed among Georgian silverware and Minton china. Of course, we served ourselves. No parlour-maid was permitted to enter on these occasions and, perhaps, overhear part of our conversation. While we looked on, Sherlock Holmes performed the ritual of pouring hot water from the fireside kettle into the tea-pot, his brows drawn down, intent upon this task as though it were an intricate forensic experiment. His voice remained at our disposal as the cups were filled.

"You have no doubt come to tell us, Sir John, that Admiral von Tirpitz's intelligence officers have broken the Admiralty war-code again. Or perhaps that the plans of the battle-cruiser Queen Mary with full details of her armour plating and gunnery ranges are missing from Woolwich Arsenal. At this very moment, I daresay they are being scrutinised by Tirpitz and his staff officers on the map-tables of the Wilhelmstrasse."

Fisher smiled rather faintly, accepted his cup of tea and pulled a face.

"What I have to tell you, Mr Holmes, will sound far more trivial. To me, however, it is more important than codes and gunnery ranges. We may lose a telegraphic code and replace it soon enough. We may lose a battle-cruiser and yet win a war without her. We would still have the most powerful navy in the world—and the capacity of defending ourselves—so long as we produce officers and seamen of the calibre and the morale to man the fleet."

Holmes straightened up, looking puzzled, and handed a cup to Mycroft.

"I fear you have the advantage of me, Sir John. Surely we already have such men."

Mycroft took his cup and said, "Sir John's concern, dear brother, is with future officers who must be trained to lead by example."

"Well," said Sherlock Holmes wonderingly, "I should have thought that I was the last person to come to for advice on naval training!"

He swept his coat-tails round him and sat down. Sir John Fisher gave a sigh.

"Then you have not heard of Patrick Riley, have you, Mr Holmes?"

"I do not think so."

"I suppose that is something to be thankful for. Just at present, the fewer people who know of him the better! The press are lying quiet at the moment, but that will not last. Riley is a cadet, fourteen years old, at St Vincent's Naval Academy, not far from Ventnor on the Isle of Wight."

"Then I have certainly not heard of him. Why should this youth be of such importance?"

Fisher put down his cup and saucer.

"St Vincent's is a private academy, but it is licensed by the Admiralty and therefore of consequence to us. Until a few years ago, in the Royal Navy, we used to take cadets for our own naval colleges at twelve years old. That was eventually thought to be too young. The minimum age was raised to fourteen. Unfortunately, this opened the way for private academies like St Vincent's to take younger boys as cadets, during those previous two years. Frankly, these private institutions are a thorn in my side and I would happily make a bonfire of them all. However, they exist, and their sole purpose is to prepare younger boys for entrance to the senior Royal Naval Academies of Osborne and Dartmouth, between the ages of fourteen and sixteen."

"I confess," said Holmes, "that such places are a closed book to me. Tell me, how are these younger boys trained? Could they not go to school in the normal way before entering Osborne or Dartmouth?"

Fisher shrugged.

"Of course they could, but their parents do not think so. They want them trained as miniature Royal Navy lieutenants. Far the greater number, even at twelve years old, are classed as Executive Officers or 'Deck Officers' of the future. Heroes of Captain Marryat's adventure stories, famous names of the fleet who steer the ships to battle and fire the guns. A preparation for a career of death or glory."

"And what of the smaller number?"

"Precisely," said Fisher with emphasis. "In the past ten years, that smaller number has been educated rather reluctantly by these same schools as Engineer Cadets. They are less glamorous. They do a good deal of algebra, trigonometry and physics. They come from less wealthy homes—often by virtue of scholarships. I have beaten my brains out to make some of my colleagues accept that the romantic days of masts and sails have gone for ever. Turbine, coal and oil are here to stay. Without the best engine-room officers, the Royal Navy may as well spend the next war at anchor in Scapa Flow. You understand me?"

"Entirely," said Holmes placidly, "You are, as always, correct. What has this to do with Patrick Riley? Is he an Engineer? And what is St Vincent's? Who, for example, is its guiding light?"

Sir John raised a forefinger.

"One moment. St Vincent's and its competitors claim to give pupils a head start when they take examinations for cadetships at the senior institutions. At that point their pupils enter the Royal Navy proper as midshipman cadets and pass out as lieutenants at eighteen. The junior schools give them a taste of it. They employ retired petty officers to impart lessons in drill and to keep a form of naval discipline. Such schools are always on the coast so that seamanship may be taught through sailing and rowing—'pulling,' as we call it. For the greater part, though, the teachers are what you would find at a fee-paying school for boys of that age."

"And the guiding light, if I may inquire again?"

"The headmaster? No one of importance, except in the scandal that is now brewing. Reginald Winter is a Master of Arts from Oxford. He has always been a schoolmaster, rather advanced in years by now. He has never served in the navy and nor have most of his colleagues. Previously he was assistant master at St Anselm's College, Canterbury. I am assured that his heart is in the right place. In other words, he talks like a man who has been present at every naval engagement since Trafalgar. But, as the song says, when the breezes blow he generally goes below. A martyr to acute seasickness."

"So, I believe, was Lord Nelson."

"Nelson got somewhat further than the Isle of Wight!"

Holmes inclined his head in acknowledgement and then glanced at his brother.

"Very well, Sir John, I understand your concern and the reason for your visit. I am not at all clear how it involves Mycroft or what his interest may be."

Mycroft Holmes turned his large head slowly upon his sibling, the firm heavy features and the deep-set grey eyes rather suggesting a battleship's gun-platform bringing a target into its trajectory.

"It is not I, Brother Sherlock, who hold an interest. What is it to me? It is the Prime Minister who is concerned."

"About Patrick Riley? Quite absurd."

"Not Patrick Riley! Mr Asquith sees clearly that it was a grave error for the Admiralty ever to become associated with a cramming-factory like St Vincent's. Such institutions carry the reputation of the Royal Navy, yet they are ill-regulated and a likely cause of scandal and demoralisation. Will that do for you?"

"Amply," said Sherlock Holmes with an ill-judged insouciance. "What would the good Mr Asquith have me do?"

I knew privately that Holmes abominated the current Prime Minister, and his tone was, to say the least, ill-judged. Mycroft looked at him coldly and said, "To carry out an inquiry of your own. What else?"

"And where shall I find Master Patrick Riley in this mare's nest?"

Sir John Fisher dropped his voice, as if he still feared an ear at the keyhole.

"Riley has been at St Vincent's for almost two years as an Engineer Cadet. At first he seemed exceptionally gifted in that direction, but I cannot think he has been happy there. Ten days ago there was a most distasteful incident. It is charged that this boy stole a postal order from the locker of a fellow pupil in the so-called reading room on Saturday week. Cadet John Learmount Porson was the other boy. He was also an Engineering Cadet in the same class as Riley."

"A friend?" Holmes asked.

"Riley says so. Porson had received the postal order for ten shillings and sixpence from his parents by first post on the Wednesday, I believe. He had mentioned this to others in his mess because he was going to use the money to buy a model engine. The order was clearly visible upon his desk that evening, while he wrote a letter to his parents thanking them for it. They have old-fashioned double desks and Riley shared with Porson."

"Was the order cashed?"

"It was, but not at the school, of course. With permission, the boys are allowed into the village of Bradstone St Lawrence on Saturday afternoons, usually to visit the post office or the local shop. My information is that it is alleged Riley stole the postal order from the unlocked locker and forged Porson's signature to it. He is further alleged to have cashed the order at the village post office for a ten-shilling note and a sixpence piece at about two-thirty. Porson had intended to cash it himself later that day. At four o'clock he discovered it was missing."

Holmes relaxed, almost as if he found such a commonplace crime soothing. He looked Fisher in the eye.

"Since you have bothered to tell me about this, I assume that Riley denies the theft?"

"At first. Now he refuses to discuss it. He had a permit but claims he was in school bounds until three o'clock. I fear there is more to come."

"His silence is taken as an admission of guilt?"

Fisher lifted a hand.

"One moment. What has followed is far more important than any stolen postal order, but let us deal with that first. The headmaster confronted him with the accusation. Riley denied it. The matter then rested with Reginald Winter as head. He quite properly began by dealing with it himself. The only witness of importance was the assistant postmistress, Miss Henslowe, who cashed the order at the village post office."

"She identified Riley?"

"Not quite. On Saturday evening Mr Winter sent Petty Officer Carter down to question her. She first told him that all the cadets in their uniforms looked the same to her but that she had certainly cashed the order at about half-past two. She had given the boy who presented it a ten-shilling note and a sixpenny coin. He had counter-signed the receipt on the order while in the post office. She was standing at the counter but was busy with telegrams to be sent out and did not pay particular attention to him. The telegraph boy was also present but he was in the back office and apparently saw nothing."

"Did she offer no identification of the suspect?"

"Not much. She persisted in saying that the cadets in their uniforms looked much the same to everyone in the village. They are all roughly the same age, much the same size and in the same uniform. However, she recalled that this boy had a blue-grey braid or edging to the lapels and hem of his navy blue jacket. She did not know the significance of this. In fact it meant that he was one of the Engineer Cadets, who make up about thirty- five of the two hundred boys at St Vincent's."

"We may take it that the jacket was his own?"

"Who knows? In any case that was not quite the end of the matter. Miss Henslowe also recalled that this boy wore glasses, at least when signing the counterfoil for payment of the order."

"And that was all?"

"She agreed to visit the school with Petty Officer Carter and attend what I suppose must be called an identification parade. There are about eight Engineer Cadets and forty or more Executive Cadets, future Deck Officers, in the same term as Riley. For many classes, they are together. Otherwise, Riley and his group join the other engineering terms for instruction in the workshops or for lessons in algebra and trigonometry."


(Continues...)

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I The Case of a Boy's Honour,
II The Case of the Ghosts at Bly,
III Sherlock Holmes the Actor,
IV The Case of the Matinee Idol,

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