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Sherlock Holmes: The Gaslight Collection

Sherlock Holmes: The Gaslight Collection

Cartawick, Pennie Mae

Paperback

Mystery & ThrillerClassic Fiction

ISBN10: 1516948262
ISBN13: 9781516948260
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Aug 26 2015
Pages: 106
Weight: 0.27
Height: 0.25 Width: 5.00 Depth: 8.00
Language: English
Sherlock Holmes brings us a collection of five brand new detective mysteries. Season Tickets to a Crime Carnival. A woman's scream pierced the silence, and the tent erupted into chaos. I grabbed Watson's coat to steady myself as the audience swarmed down the platform and towards the exits. I could scarcely believe the reaction. Watson to the Rescue. The woman nodded, coughing softer this time, and looked up at him. You don't want to be fiddling around in the pirate business, Mr. Holmes... she said quietly, raising her eyebrows. My companion inhaled sharply, a deep staccato, then exhaled just as rapidly. I do not think you understand, Ms. Pensey. This involves the death of an innocent boy, one I've seen around here, and this marking, the one that surely intended his unmerited demise. The Mystery of the Poisoned Tomb. Ah good morning, John, if we do not hurry then we shall miss the unveiling of the sarcophagus. He leaped up, feeling much better than I did, and chased me into my own room so that I could get changed. There was a large crowd who had come to see the tomb. Holmes and I made our way through. I noticed Ini intently watching us. Mr. and Mrs. Fairfax were standing in the tunnel with someone from the Department of Antiquities. They had been waiting for us. The five of us made our way through the tunnel and back to the tomb. I couldn't wait to see if there really was a Pharaoh in the next room. A Strange Affair with the Woman on the Tracks. Jane screeched at this further betrayal and went for Henry. They began to struggle. Henry was the stronger out of the two yet the woman's pain was unstoppable. His hands wrapped around her throat and Jane clawed at his face until she fell. She lay there, across the tracks, and was quite still. Mrs. Cavell gasped in shock and Henry ran past us back to the train. We stared down at Jane's body. The Case of the Cracked Mirror. The fireman had seen a skeleton, wearing a dress coat, whose head was aflame. I was deeply worried for the missing young woman. If she had been taken by the opera ghost, be he flesh or spirit, how would she fare if she rejected his 'love'? All worries were momentarily forced out of my head when a sudden squawk rang out across the opera house. I cannot believe this! Me; a suspect

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