The week I met Sherlock Holmes

The week I met Sherlock Holmes

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Cassandra Settler is a shy, conservative girl with an out-going best friend Alex who is always dragging her along on his, "adventures." While out on a day trip in London, Alex is mysteriously murderd, and who else shows up at the crime scene but the ever-famous Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson....
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