William Sherlock Scott Holmes . The only one in the world. The literary canon of Sherlock Holmes consists of the fifty-six short stories and four novels written by Arthur Conan Doyle. See Franchise.Sherlock Holmes Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction. NOTICE: Unfortunately, maintaining these recs pages has gotten to be too much work, given the amount of fic that I read. So from now on, I'll be keeping track of good fics via my AO3 bookmarks and. He is based in London and often consulted by Greg Lestrade of New Scotland Yard, usually taking his best friend and former flatmate, John Watson, on cases. He has a keen interest in unusual or bizarre crimes, without which he rapidly becomes bored, relying on nicotine to keep his brain active, although in the past he has dabbled in illegal drugs for entertainment, such as heroin. He also often utilises his . However, his unusual and somewhat anti- social personality has led to many in the official police force distrusting and disliking him. Sherlock does not seem to exhibit any of the symptoms of an anti- social personality disorder. John jokes once, in order to explain Sherlock's behaviour, that he might suffer from Asperger's Syndrome, a disorder related to autism, though this has never been confirmed. Upon meeting a person, he will often . However, Sherlock is not infallible, as he admits . To use this skill, Sherlock requires silence and space to himself to reduce outside interference. Despite not having spoken to Irene Adler for months, Sherlock was able to follow her to Pakistan, pose as her executioner and save her life, keeping this a secret from (possibly) everyone. In reference to his Conan Doyle counterpart, the rules of the combat discipline Baritsu hang over his bed. He often uses his deductive reasoning to identify weaknesses of his opponents before he strikes them, only losing in fights when he is taken by surprise. He is constantly agitated by the lack of work, describing peace and quiet as . Even if a case is offered to him, he won't take it unless he finds it sufficiently interesting (though it is worth noting that he seems to significantly lower his standards as he gets more desperate). In the absence of case work that meets his criteria, he will go to extreme lengths to keep himself occupied, such as repeatedly shooting the wall of his flat with live rounds, and even turning to drugs in more extreme situations. For example, knowing Molly has a crush on him, he will occasionally flatter her in order to gain access to the morgue he would not otherwise have. In one particular instance, when Sherlock needs to test out a drug, he sneaks it into John's coffee. When John tries to say . Sherlock is amused, most notably, by the stupidity of others in comparison to himself. He also often makes quips at the expense of his brother, Mycroft, usually about his dieting habits or his posh job. He is incredibly unamused, however, by John's blog. He thinks the titles John gives their cases, such as . Adventures of Sherlock Holmes is a series of award-winning adventure games developed by Frogwares. The game is based on Arthur Conan Doyle's famous work The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, featuring the famous detective.He was also deterred by the prospect of having to wear his now- iconic deerstalker in public for the cameras. He often doesn't notice when his accurate deductions about other people's personal lives offend them, including the implication that Anderson and Sally Donovan were having an affair - that being said, neither of them did anything to soften his opinion of them. He is incredibly antagonistic towards the officers at Scotland Yard, particularly Anderson and Sally Donovan, which is often relayed with a cutting remark from the latter. It does seem, though that, over time, Sherlock is becoming increasingly aware of his ability to affront, occasionally asking John . Despite telling John that not caring about people makes it easier to do his job, Sherlock clearly has concern for the people involved in his cases. During one of their earlier cases, when John's girlfriend Sarah was kidnapped by Chinese smugglers, Sherlock focused on saving her rather than catching the smugglers themselves, and comforted her gently while untying her, even though he had not seemed to like her much previously. And again, in one of his first confrontations with Moriarty, he seems very emotionally affected when he is unable to save the life of an old woman. A bit later, at Baskerville, he tries to talk Henry down from taking his own life. Even though it often seems like he takes Mrs. Hudson for granted, he is enraged when he finds that she has been roughed up by an American operative, going so far as to tie him up and throw him out the window - so many times he . Later, when John insists that she go stay with her sister for a while, Sherlock tells him that if Mrs. Hudson left Baker Street, . This protective nature extends to all his friends, to the point that he is willing to fake his own death to save them. Sherlock, clearly, cannot be considered a man with many friends; his attitude and cutting words often ward people away, but with John he makes an effort. John is intelligent, though not as intelligent as Sherlock, lacking Holmes' observational skills and his unique insight into crime. John however does have great insight in his analysis of relationships, which Sherlock may dismiss, though often does prove to come in handy. He never denies it when people incorrectly assume that they are romantic partners. He later reveals, during a very long and touching speech at the wedding, that he'd never expected to be anyone's best man because he'd .
Mycroft does seem to worry a great deal about Sherlock, often rallying his younger brother's friends in order to ensure his safety (specifically to prevent an implied relapse), and attempting to protect Sherlock when they thought Irene Adler had died. While he does show, at times, childlike frustration with his elder brother, Sherlock never dismisses him as he does with clients or police officers he finds truly annoying or tedious. Mycroft also seems comfortable with the idea of going to Sherlock for help with issues of national security, showing once again an innate sense of trust in his younger sibling. His look is designed to stand out in contrast to John, who is shorter, with straight blonde hair. His eyes can appear to be silver, blue or even green depending on the light. Sherlock's iconic outfit consists of a long ulster coat, the collar spiked up (which John calls out for being part of his . Beneath his coat he always wears a black suit with a dress shirt, no tie. During mornings in his flat he would sometimes skip the suit jacket and instead wears a dressing gown in camel, crimson, blue or tartan. Sherlock can also be seen wearing the famous checkered deerstalker hat. He has been known, on occasion, to wear nothing but a bed sheet. Mycroft was, according to Sherlock, a . Mycroft tended to belittle, show up, and put down Sherlock, telling him, . Particularly, he told him the story of the Eastern Winds. His mother was a genius mathematician, and his father was the only normal member of the family. He had a dog named Redbeard, whom he was particularly fond of, but when Redbeard was put down it became a pressure point for him, and remained one even much later in his life. Interestingly, this seems to support Mycroft's assertion that, as a child, he wanted to be a pirate. When he heard of the supposedly accidental death of Carl Powers, he was highly skeptical and tried to get adults involved. They dismissed him, and the case continued to stay in the back of his thoughts to the present day. Bartholomew's Hospital after having been experimenting on bodies with Molly Hooper at the morgue. He shows no emotion towards the deceased, unlike Molly, who states that she knew the dead man, and thought that . Sherlock then proceeds to beat the corpse with a riding crop in order to see what bruises form. Mike Stamford then brings John Watson to meet Sherlock with the knowledge that both are in need of a flatmate. Sherlock shows interest in John right away, deducing that he had recently been invalided home from war and that he has an alcoholic brother named Harry. Later on, when Sherlock is explaining his process of deduction, John corrects him by stating that . The landlady, Mrs Hudson, offers the flat at a discounted rate because Sherlock helped ensure her ex- husband was executed for double- murder. It is also revealed that Sherlock is not good at taking care of himself, often getting Mrs Hudson to clean and bring him food, despite her arguments that she is . Shortly after, DI Greg Lestrade arrives at Baker Street and asks the detective to come to a crime scene. Sherlock is calm and collected until the Inspector leaves, when he jumps in the air with excitement, whooping . He returns a few seconds later, asking John if the doctor would like to accompany him. John remarks that Sherlock is brilliant, and Sherlock appears visibly shocked and confused for a few moments, before explaining that people usually just tell him to piss off. Both show obvious dislike and even hatred toward the detective. It is interesting to note that Sherlock introduced Sally as an . However, unlike the first three, this victim, a woman dressed entirely in pink, has left a note; she carved RACHE into the wooden floorboards with her fingernails. Sherlock deduces that the woman died before finishing the word, which means she was trying to carve the name RACHEL. Sherlock deduces that the woman is a serial adulterer with an unhappy marriage. Sherlock finds splashes of mud on the woman's leg, thrown up by the wheels of a suitcase, and deduces that she is from out of town. The police found no suitcase on the premises, but Sherlock searches for it, later finding it in a nearby skip. However even after the two run all over the area chasing a cab which stopped suspiciously, the lead is revealed to be a dead end and the two return home. After laughing about the escapade they go upstairs to find DI Lestrade searching Sherlock's things for drugs. At first, John argues that there is no way Sherlock is a junkie, but Sherlock quiets him, confirming that the idea is not so far from the truth. She had known she was going to die and had slipped her phone to the killer, then given them the password to use the online tracker to find him. However when they enter the password the computer tells them the phone is in the flat. At first Sherlock is confused but then realises the original lead was correct, but he had questioned the wrong person. Conan Doyle. I fear that Mr. Sherlock Holmes may become like one of those popular tenors who. This must cease and he must go the way of all flesh, material or. One likes to think that there is some fantastic limbo for the children of. Fielding may still make. Richardson, where Scott's heroes still may strut, Dickens's delightful. Cockneys still raise a laugh, and Thackeray's worldlings continue to carry on their. Perhaps in some humble corner of such a Valhalla, Sherlock and his. Watson may for a time find a place, while some more astute sleuth with some even less astute. His career has been a long one. One is not anxious to have one's personal dates handled so unkindly. As a matter of cold fact, Holmes made his debut in A Study in Scarlet and in The Sign of Four, two small booklets which appeared between 1. The public seemed appreciative and desirous of more, so that from that date, thirty- nine years ago, they have been produced in a broken series which now contains no fewer than fifty- six stories, republished in The Adventures, The Memoirs, The Return, and His Last Bow. He began his adventures in the very heart of the later Victorian era, carried it through the all- too- short reign of Edward, and has managed to hold his own little niche even in these feverish days. Thus it would be true to say that those who first read of him, as young men, have lived to see their own grown- up children following the same adventures in the same magazine. It is a striking example of the patience and loyalty of the British public. I had fully determined at the conclusion of The Memoirs to bring Holmes to an end, as I felt that my literary energies should not be directed too much into one channel. That pale, clear- cut face and loose- limbed figure were taking up an undue share of my imagination. I did the deed, but fortunately no coroner had pronounced upon the remains, and so, after a long interval, it was not difficult for me to respond to the flattering demand and to explain my rash act away. I have never regretted it, for I have not in actual practice found that these lighter sketches have prevented me from exploring and finding my limitations in such varied branches of literature as history, poetry, historical novels, psychic research, and the drama. Had Holmes never existed I could not have done more, though he may perhaps have stood a little in the way of the recognition of my more serious literary work. And so, reader, farewell to Sherlock Holmes! I thank you for your past constancy, and can but hope that some return has been made in the shape of that distraction from the worries of life and stimulating change of thought which can only be found in the fairy kingdom of romance. ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE. The Adventure of the Mazarin Stone. It was pleasant for Dr. Watson to find himself once more in the untidy room of the first floor in Baker Street which had been the starting- point of so many remarkable adventures. He looked round him at the scientific charts upon the wall, the acid- charred bench of chemicals, the violin- case leaning in the corner, the coal- scuttle, which contained of old the pipes and tobacco. Finally, his eyes came round to the fresh and smiling face of Billy, the young but very wise and tactful page, who had helped a little to fill up the gap of loneliness and isolation which surrounded the saturnine figure of the great detective. You don't change, either. I hope the same can be said of him? Watson was sufficiently familiar with the irregularity of his old friend's hours to feel no surprise at the idea. I'm frightened for his health. He gets paler and thinner, and he eats nothing. You know his way when he is keen on a case. Yesterday he was out as a workman looking for a job. To- day he was an old woman. Fairly took me in, he did, and I ought to know his ways by now. It's this case of the Crown diamond. They must get it back, sir. Why, we had the Prime Minister and the Home Secretary both sitting on that very sofa. Holmes was very nice to them. He soon put them at their ease and promised he would do all he could. Then there is Lord Cantlemere - -. He's a stiff'un, sir, if I may say so. I can get along with the Prime Minister, and I've nothing against the Home Secretary, who seemed a civil, obliging sort of man, but I can't stand his Lordship. You see, he don't believe in Mr. Holmes and he was against employing him. He'd rather he failed. Holmes always knows whatever there is to know. But I say, Billy, what is that curtain for across the window? Holmes had it put up there three days ago. We've got something funny behind it. Watson could not restrain a cry of amazement. There was a facsimile of his old friend, dressing- gown and all, the face turned three- quarters towards the window and downward, as though reading an invisible book, while the body was sunk deep in an armchair. Billy detached the head and held it in the air. I wouldn't dare touch it if the blind were not down. But when it's up you can see this from across the way. He drew the window curtains apart and looked out into the street. I can see a fellow now at the window. Have a look for yourself. With a single spring he was at the window, and had drawn the blind once more. Well, Watson, it is good to see you in your old quarters once again. You come at a critical moment. That boy is a problem, Watson. How far am I justified in allowing him to be in danger? I'm expecting something this evening. But we may be comfortable in the meantime, may we not? The gasogene and cigars are in the old place. Let me see you once more in the customary armchair. You have not, I hope, learned to despise my pipe and my lamentable tobacco? It has to take the place of food these days. Why, surely, as a doctor, my dear Watson, you must admit that what your digestion gains in the way of blood supply is so much lost to the brain. The rest of me is a mere appendix. Therefore, it is the brain I must consider. You can give it to Scotland Yard, with my love and a parting blessing. Sylvius is the name - - Count Negretto Sylvius. Write it down, man, write it down! Moorside Gardens, N. He knew only too well the immense risks taken by Holmes and was well aware that what he said was more likely to be under- statement than exaggeration. Watson was always the man of action, and he rose to the occasion. I have nothing to do for a day or two. You have added fibbing to your other vices. You bear every sign of the busy medical man, with calls on him every hour. But can't you have this fellow arrested? That's what worries him so.! Billy told me - - the missing Crown jewel! I've cast my net and I have my fish. But I have not got the stone. What is the use of taking them? We can make the world a better place by laying them by the heels. But that is not what I am out for. It's the stone I want. The other is Sam Merton the boxer. Not a bad fellow, Sam, but the Count has used him. He is a great big silly bull- headed gudgeon. But he is flopping about in my net all the same. You've seen me as an old lady, Watson. I was never more convincing. He actually picked up my parasol for me once. Life is full of whimsical happenings, Watson. I followed him to old Straubenzee's workshop in the Minories. Straubenzee made the air- gun - - a very pretty bit of work, as I understand, and I rather fancy it is in the opposite window at the present moment. Have you seen the dummy? Of course, Billy showed it to you. Well, it may get a bullet through its beautiful head at any moment. Ah, Billy, what is it? Holmes glanced at it with raised eyebrows and an amused smile. I had hardly expected this. Grasp the nettle, Watson! Possibly you have heard of his reputation as a shooter of big game. It would indeed be a triumphant ending to his excellent sporting record if he added me to his bag. This is a proof that he feels my toe very close behind his heel. Would you glance carefully out of the window, Watson, and see if anyone is hanging about in the street? Where is this gentleman, Billy? This is a desperate man, who sticks at nothing. He may have come to murder you. And you will, for you have never failed to play the game. I am sure you will play it to the end. This man has come for his own purpose, but he may stay for mine. Come back with the police. The fellow's arrest will follow. This second exit is exceedingly useful. I rather want to see my shark without his seeing me, and I have, as you will remember, my own way of doing it. The famous game- shot, sportsman, and man- about- town was a big, swarthy fellow, with a formidable dark moustache shading a cruel, thin- lipped mouth, and surmounted by a long, curved nose like the beak of an eagle. He was well dressed, but his brilliant necktie, shining pin, and glittering rings were flamboyant in their effect. As the door closed behind him he looked round him with fierce, startled eyes, like one who suspects a trap at every turn. Then he gave a violent start as he saw the impassive head and the collar of the dressing- gown which projected above the armchair in the window. At first his expression was one of pure amazement. Then the light of a horrible hope gleamed in his dark, murderous eyes. He took one more glance round to see that there were no witnesses, and then, on tiptoe, his thick stick half raised, he approached the silent figure. He was crouching for his final spring and blow when a cool, sardonic voice greeted him from the open bedroom door: ! For an instant he half raised his loaded cane once more, as if he would turn his violence from the effigy to the original; but there was something in that steady gray eye and mocking smile which caused his hand to sink to his side. He is as good at waxworks as your friend Straubenzee is at air- guns.! Would you care to put your revolver out also? Oh, very good, if you prefer to sit upon it. Your visit is really most opportune, for I wanted badly to have a few minutes' chat with you. That is why I am here. I won't deny that I intended to assault you just now. Because you have put your creatures upon my track.! I have had them followed.
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