The Unrealeased Stories Of Sherlock Holmes [On Hold]

The Adventure Of The Missing Housekeeper

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Fore worded by Doctor John H. Watson, MD.

If you are reading this then I have been dead for many years, a thought not comforting I assure you. This is a story -like many that I and Holmes have been involved in- that Holmes forbade me from writing. This was done to the fact that he thought I would make him out as the hero of the story. I breaking my oath, wish to show the world the absolute facts of the story and allow them to make their own opinion on the case, without polluting the facts as Holmes so charmingly said about my works.

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 The Adventure Of The Missing Housekeeper.

It was a warm summer morning and Holmes was sitting on the sofa smoking his morning pipe as to his custom, whilst examining a walking stick in his hand.

I has sitting next to the table reading the morning paper. There seemed to be quite a bit of tragedy in the paper, the most displeasing to me was that Silver Blaze had came second in the Wessex cup this year.

“What do you make of this Watson?” Holmes questioned placing the stick on the table next to me and sat down in his chair.

“Oh no, my dear chap.” I began “I am not-” I said forcibly, “for your amusement going to embarrass myself by trying to apply your methods of deduction.”

Holmes grinned and lifted his hand up saying “Watson on my honour,-and the queens if you like-, I will not by any means embarrass you.”

I put down my paper and picked up the walking stick and began examining it in light from the window behind me. “I believe that the man, who owns this, is a well-to-do man. Quite successful and earns a very descent wage.”

“And how do we know that?” Holmes asked smoking his pipe.

“The stick is made of the rare and luxurious Rosewood and its head is of genuine silver also the ferrule is of good quality iron, I believe if a man can afford such a stick he must have an outstanding source of income.”

Holmes looked delighted. “Good my dear fellow, pray continue.”

I then turned my attention back to the ferrule at the bottom end of the stick.

“The ferrule is a little worn at the bottom, but there is no evidence of that the man who uses it is heavily reliant of it to support him. So I conclude by saying that the man is in the prime of life and does much walking.”

“Bravo!” Clapped my companion. “You have done marvellously!”

I felt quite honoured by this praise, for it was rare for Holmes to raise a complement to any man and he has only once held the highest opinion of a certain women.

“There is only one thing you have missed. Oh don’t look disappointed Doctor you’ve done excellently. The question I ask you is, was this man intelligent?”

“Well, he must be.” I answered nodding. “A cobbler couldn’t afford such a thing and nor could I. He must have been well-educated and like I said be earning a very descent wage.”

“Quite, and as you said he is in the prime of life so you would agree he has probably still got his mental faculties?”

“Yes.”