A Letter of Mary (Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes Series #3)

A Letter of Mary (Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes Series #3)

by Laurie R. King

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ISBN-13: 9780312427382
Publisher: Picador
Publication date: 10/30/2007
Series: Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes Series , #3
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 119,850
Product dimensions: 5.43(w) x 8.22(h) x 0.89(d)

About the Author

Laurie R. King is the Edgar Award-winning author of four contemporary novels featuring Kate Martinelli, eight acclaimed Mary Russell mysteries, and four stand-alone novels, including the highly praised A Darker Place. She lives in northern California.

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The envelope slapped down onto the desk ten inches from my much-abused eyes, instantly obscuring the black lines of Hebrew letters that had begun to quiver an hour before. With the shock of the sudden change, my vision stuttered, attempted a valiant rally, then slid into complete rebellion and would not focus at all.

I leant back in my chair with an ill-stifled groan, peeled my wire-rimmed spectacles from my ears and dropped them onto the stack of notes, and sat for a long minute with the heels of both hands pressed into my eye sockets. The person who had so unceremoniously delivered this grubby interruption moved off across the room, where I heard him sort a series of envelopes chuk-chuk-chuk into the wastepaper basket, then stepped into the front hallway to drop a heavy envelope onto the table there (Mrs Hudson's monthly letter from her son in Australia, I noted, two days early) before coming back to take up a position beside my desk, one shoulder dug into the bookshelf, eyes gazing, no doubt, out the window at the Downs rolling down to the Channel. I replaced the heels of my hands with the backs of my fingers, cool against the hectic flesh, and addressed my husband.

"Do you know, Holmes, I had a great-uncle in Chicago whose promising medical career was cut short when he began to go blind over his books. It must be extremely frustrating to have one's future betrayed by a tiny web of optical muscles. Though he did go on to make a fortune selling eggs and trousers to the gold miners," I added. "Whom is it from?"

"Shall I read it to you, Russell, so as to save your optic muscles for the metheg and your beloved furtive patach?" Hissolicitous words were spoilt by the sardonic, almost querulous edge to his voice. "Alas, I have become a mere secretary to my wife's ambitions. Kindly do not snort, Russell. It is an unbecoming sound. Let me see." I felt his arm come across my desk, and I heard the letter whisper as it was plucked up. "The envelope is from the H¶tel Imperial in Paris, a name which contains distinct overtones of sagging mattresses and ominous nocturnal rustling noises in the wardrobe. It is addressed simply to Mary Russell, no title whatsoever. The hand is worthy of some attention. A woman's writing, surely, though almost masculine in the way the fingers grasp the pen. The writer is obviously highly educated, a 'professional woman,' to use the somewhat misleading modern phrase; I venture to say that this particular lady does not depend on her womanliness for a livelihood. Her t's reveal her to be an impatient person, and there is passion in the sweeps of her uprights, yet her s's and a's speak of precision and the lower edge of each line is as exact as it is authoritative. She also either has great faith in the French and English postal systems or else is so self-assured as to consider the insurance of placing her name or room number on the envelope unnecessary. I lean toward the latter theory."

As this analysis progressed, I recovered my glasses, the better to study my companion where he stood in the bright window, bent over the envelope like a jeweller with some rare uncut stone, and I was hit by one of those odd moments of analytical apartness, when one looks with a stranger's eyes on something infinitely familiar. Physically, Sherlock Holmes had changed little since we had first met on these same Sussex Downs a bit more than eight years before. His hair was slightly thinner, certainly greyer, and his grey eyes had become even more deeply hooded, so that the resemblance to some far-seeing, sharp-beaked raptor was more marked than ever. No, his body had only exaggerated itself; the greatest changes were internal. The fierce passions that had driven him in his early years, years before I was even born, had subsided, and the agonies of frustration he had felt when without a challenge, frustration that had led him to needles filled with cocaine and morphia, were now in abeyance. Or so I had thought.

I watched him as his long fingers caressed the much-travelled envelope and his eyes drew significance from every smudge, every characteristic of paper and ink and stamp, and it occurred to me suddenly that Sherlock Holmes was bored.

The thought was not a happy one. No person, certainly no woman, likes to think that her marriage has lessened the happiness of her partner. I thrust the troublesome idea from me, reached up to rub a twinge from my right shoulder, and spoke with a shade more irritation than was called for.

"My dear Holmes, this verges on deductio ad absurdum. Were you to open the envelope and identify the writer, it just might simplify matters."

"All in good time, Russell. I further note a partial set of grimy fingerprints along the back of the envelope, with a matching thumbprint on the front. However, I believe we can discount them, as they have the familiar look of the hands of our very own postal-delivery boy, whose bicycle chain is in constant need of repair."

"Holmes, my furtive patachs await me. The letter?"

"Patience is a necessary attribute of the detective's makeup, Russell. And, I should have thought, the scholar's. However, as you say." He turned away, and the sharp zip of a knife through cheap paper was followed by a dull thud as the knife was reintroduced into the frayed wood of the mantelpiece. There was a thin rustle. His voice sounded amused as he began to read. "'Dear Miss Russell,' it begins, dated four days ago.


Dear Miss Russell, I trust you will not be offended by my form of address. I am aware that you have married, but I cannot bring myself to assign a woman her husband's name unless I have been told that such is her desire. If you are offended, please forgive my unintentional faux pas.

You will perhaps remember me, Dorothy Ruskin, from your visit to Palestine several years ago. I have remained in that land since then, assisting at three preliminary digs until such time as I can arrange funding for my own excavations. I have been called back home for an interview by my potential sponsors, as well as to see my mother, who seems to be on her deathbed. There is a matter of some interest which I wish to lay before you while I am in England, and I would appreciate it if you would allow me to come and disturb your peace for a few hours. It would have to be on the twenty-second or twenty-third, as I return to Palestine directly my business is completed. Please confirm the day and time by telegram at the address below.

I believe the matter to be of some interest and potentially considerable importance to your chosen field of study, or I would not be bothering you and your husband.

I remain,

Most affectionately yours,
Dorothy Ruskin


"The address below is that of the Hotel Imperial," Holmes added.

I took the letter from Holmes and quickly skimmed the singular hand that strode across the flimsy hotel paper. "A decent pen, though," I noted absently. "Shall we see her?"

"We? My dear Russell, I am the husband of an emancipated woman who, although she may not yet vote in an election, is at least allowed to see her own friends without male chaperonage."

"Don't be an ass, Holmes. She obviously wants to see both of us, or she would not have written that last sentence. We'll have her for tea, then. Wednesday or Thursday?"

"Wednesday is Mrs Hudson's half day. Miss Ruskin might have a better tea if she came Thursday."

"Thank you, Holmes," I said with asperity. I admit that cooking is not my strong point, but I object to having my nose rubbed in the fact. "I'll write to let her know either day is fine but that Thursday is slightly better. I wonder what she wants."

"Funding for an all-woman archaeological dig, I shouldn't wonder. That would be popular with the British authorities and the Zionists, would it not? And think of the attraction it would have for the pilgrims and the tourists. It's a wonder the Americans haven't thought of it."

"Holmes, enough! Begone! I have work to do."

"Come for a walk."

"Not just now. Perhaps this evening I could take an hour off."

"By this evening, you will be bogged down to the axles in the prophet Isaiah's mud and too irritable to make a decent walking companion. You've been rubbing your bad shoulder for the last forty minutes although it is a warm afternoon, which means you need to get out and breathe some fresh air. Come."

He held out one long hand to me. I looked down at the cramped lines marching across the page, capped my pen, and allowed him to pull me to my feet.



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A Letter of Mary (Mary Russell Series #3) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 41 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very engrossing, even if a little drawn out.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just the right amount of suspense and intrigue. And I really love the Russell and Holmes characterizations. Enjoyed it very much.
Joycepa on LibraryThing 20 days ago
Third in the Mary Russell/Sherlock Holmes series.In the summer of 1923, Russell and Holmes are ¿at home¿ in Holmes¿ cottage in Sussex. Russell is concentrating on finishing her first book on theology; Holmes is bored. Into their lives pops Dorothy Ruskin, an eccentric older Englishwoman, an amateur archaeologist, whom they met during their adventure in Palestine. She brings with her a letter written on parchment that could very well have been written by Mary of Magdala--Mary Magdalene-just before the fall of Jerusalem in 70 C.E. The letter is potentially explosive, because it clearly suggests that Mary of Magdala was an apostle and to have had a leadership role in the early church in Jerusalem, roles long believed by Christians to have been for males only. Ruskin givens the letter to Russell, and leaves for London. But Ruskin is murdered in London shortly after she leaves Holmes and Russell, and they set off on the hunt for her killer. It¿s an intriguing plot that requires a modern reader to understand the rigid belief in male dominance in the Christian church in the early 20th century (and today in some). For some time, Mary Magdalene has been widely called ¿the apostle to the apostles.¿ Most Christians today would not only not be disturbed, but rather excited about such a find. Well plotted and with the usual King strengths of spare writing, good storytelling, and fine characterizations. One of the fun aspects of this series is the disguises that Holmes and Russell employ in their investigations; this time, Russell¿s gets her into some uncomfortable situations.Because King has a degree in theology, she nearly always brings religion into her plots in some form or another, indulging herself in her own interests as she does so. It¿s always fascinating, always adding an enormous amount to her books. This one is no exception.Highly recommended.
kkisser on LibraryThing 23 days ago
The first story showcasing Sherlock Holmes and Mary Russell as a married couple and their new dynamic at home and on the case. The story is focused and return since the 2nd book to the quick pace and wit of the Bee Keeper's Apprentice.
PamelaBarrett on LibraryThing 23 days ago
In this 3rd book in the series, Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes have returned home to Sussex Downs from France. Mary has been exhaustedly studying for the last year and Sherlock is nearing boredom, when Mary receives a letter from Dorothy Ruskin, an acquaintance, whom they met on one of their journeys in the Middle East. Dorothy is an elderly archaeologist, who has spent most of her time on digs in Palestine, and is coming home too settle some family affairs. She tells them that this is a short visit and they agree to meet for a day at their home. When she arrives, she gives them a present, a small intricately carved box that holds an ancient papyrus scroll. What that scroll is, and the implications of its contents is a mystery, and what happens after Dorothy leaves, sends Mary and Sherlock out on a investigation that challenges them and their relationship. A Letter of Mary is another entertaining book by Laurie King, sure to please those who love Sherlock Holmes and enjoy mysteries in general.
lexxa83 on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I'm a little torn over this series. I have made it through the first three books, but have had to slog through all of the them. They are well written, and I absolutely love the concept, but for some reason the characters and plot are only just barely drawing me in. Enough that I have read the first three books, but each book had to be renewed multiple times at the library, was punctuated by other books quickly devoured, and ultimately ended with a quick perusal of the ending in order to return the book to avoid an overdue fine. I want to like this series, but I just am not sure I can.
NellieMc on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I reread this recently and added another star. This book, perhaps because of the religious element, brings out theology more than most and I enjoyed it more than in the first reading.
Brian55 on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I read this for my local library's mystery book club which, I unfortuneately missed the talk. I'd not heard of Lauie King before. I enjoyed the book the style, the setting in the 1920s, and the sleuthing involved. I think I would have enjoyed it more if the male counterpart of the detective couple were some one other than Sherlock Holmes. I had trouble with the idea of Holmes in the retired enviornment with a wife. Not that shouldn't happen to him, just it kept distracting me from the story and plot.
TadAD on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I was sorely disappointed by the previous volume, A Monstrous Regiment of Women; it was nowhere near as fresh and exciting as the book that introduced this series. If this third book had proved similar, I think I would have abandoned reading them. However, I was quite pleased to find that this book picked up the pace again. It wasn't quite as fun as The Beekeeper's Apprentice. Having thought about it for a bit, I'm not sure why. I can only conclude that Mary Russell married and partner to Sherlock simply isn't as fun as Mary Russell, student and (somewhat) competitor of Sherlock. Still, the mystery is entertaining and the characters are fun to follow.Friends have said they find Mary's scholarly bend a bit of a distraction from her role as sleuth but I disagree. I find that it rounds out her character quite nicely and provides a clear distinction between her and the decidedly non-scholarly Holmes. I also like the echoes of Harriet Vane in Gaudy Night that are evoked within my mind. And, of course, I enjoyed the opportunity it afforded her of meeting that rather odd fellow pottering about Oxford, Tolkien.Laurie R. King is one of my favorite writers and I'm glad that this series survived a minor derailment and is back on track.
mldavis2 on LibraryThing 23 days ago
Third in Laurie King's Mary Russell / Sherlock Holmes series, this book begins with Russell married to Holmes (from the end of #2), who encounters the death of an archaeologist friend and a strange letter of possible antiquity. Murder is the theme, and the book is written with the same care as previous volumes. I'm hooked on this series as an old Holmes fan, and I find King's treatment refreshing.
bpez on LibraryThing 23 days ago
I am not a fan of Arthur Conan Doyle. Perhaps it is Watson's adoration of Sherlock that bothers me, but I have never loved Sherlock Holmes, finding that self-satisfied arrogance simply irritating. The Russell/Holmes series, however, is fast becoming one of my favorite mystery series--which says a lot. Mary is a terrific character, and I thoroughly enjoy her voice and perspective. She seems to give Sherlock a humanity and humor that I wasn't expecting; it almost makes me want to go back to Doyle and give the original another shot. I just can't seem to read this series fast enough.However, in this installment, I found the mystery itself to be a bit of a let-down. There was so much leading up to it, but the denouement was, frankly, anti-climactic. I, at least, spent a while in the first third of the book thinking, "Well, was it--oh, no, that's too easy, there's got to be lots more to it than *that*." But there wasn't. The characters, though, are what makes it all worthwhile--and I was delighted that Sherlock was as disappointed in the reveal as I was. Can't wait to read book 4!
alanna1122 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I really enjoyed the first two books in this series. I found this one a little disappointing. The mystery itself was not that engaging... and the one plot twist seemed very obvious to me from the very beginning of the book. It was still a fast read but I just didnt find it as interesting as the previous two books. I have to admit the whole Mary and Sherlock getting married idea makes me a little weirded out and I'm sure my discomfort with the new nature of their relationship somewhat colored my reading of this book. I certainly will read the next in the series... I am hopeful that this is just an aberration in the series.
MrsLee on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Not my favorite Mary Russell novel, but still a good read. I'm not much for the "what if" questions in religion.
toniNC More than 1 year ago
The story itself was good, but the references to the "letter" were few and it turned out not to be a factor at all. Plus, Mary's time with the colonial was a waste of space and of Mary's time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked the part where Mary was having a hard time understanding what Mycroft had said to her because of the bad telephone connection.
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