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From the well-worn tin dispatch box belonging to Dr J. H. Watson, three untold stories are brought to light. In Sherlock Holmes and The Murder At Lodore Falls, Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson are drawn into a case that involves murder, blackmail and robbery. It is a case that leads to danger to both Homes and Watson and brings a confrontation with their old adversary. With Dr Watson facing his own personal nightmares, will Holmes be able to solve the mystery and help his troubled friend? The two other tales are Christmas stories. In The Adventure Of The Wooden Boat, Dr Watson is haunted by an old tragedy and copes by building a model boat, which is an old family tradition. In The Call of Angels, Dr Watson has an accident while travelling back to Baker Street and is aided by a mysterious stranger. Who is this mysterious stranger? Sherlock Holmes is determined to uncover the truth, but all is not as it appears as his investigation comes to a stunning conclusion.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	24 avril 2012
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781780921754
Langue	English

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SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE MURDER AT LODORE FALLS
and other minor tales
As related from the case notes of Dr. John H. Watson, M.D .

Charlotte Smith

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First edition published in 2012 by MX Publishing
335 Princess Park Manor, Royal Drive, London, N11 3GX
www.mxpublishing.com
Digital edition converted and distributed in 2012 by
Andrews UK Limited
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© Copyright 2012 Charlotte Smith
The right of Charlotte Smith to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998.
All rights reserved. No reproduction, copy or transmission of this publication may be made without express prior written permission. No paragraph of this publication may be reproduced, copied or transmitted except with express prior written permission or in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright Act 1956 (as amended). Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damage.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The opinions expressed herein are those of the authors and not of MX Publishing.
Cover design by www.staunch.com

Acknowledgements
Firstly to my parents, whom I love so very much, and especially my Mother, who I miss more than words will ever convey. I have a number of other people to thank. My editor Izabella Balakirsky, for her dedication and hard work in reviewing this book. Many thanks to CFP for her insight, encouragement, and stylistic suggestions. I would also like to extend my heartfelt thanks to my friends who have supported me over the years in my love of writing and whose enthusiasm has kept me going. Additionally, I can’t not mention my senior school English teacher Margaret Kay. A lovely lady who nurtured my creativity in writing and performing on stage. She is very much missed. I am sure she would be thrilled to see this publication.

The Murder at Lodore Falls
Prologue
August 1896
Dr Watson buried his face in his hands with the shocking realisation that Sherlock Holmes had fallen into the watery abyss with Professor Moriarty. Watson felt his world shatter - his closest friend was dead. His chest tightened until he could hardly breathe and tears were stinging his eyes. From the depths of the Reichenbach Falls, a pair of glowing red eyes stared at Watson, claw-like hands reached out towards his face, and chilling laughter reverberated round the ravine. Watson screamed. The horrific vision vanished, and Watson suddenly woke with a jolt, drenched in sweat. He opened his eyes, and the familiar sight of his Baker Street room greeted him. He was home and safe. With a sigh, Watson ran a hand over his face and through his hair. His nightmares were getting worse.
Putting on his dressing gown, he made his way down the stairs to the sitting room he shared with Holmes and looked at the drawing of the waterfall that hung above the fireplace. A strong sense of foreboding grew within him. Watson steadied himself against the fireplace. He took a cigarette from the mantelpiece, lit it, threw the match into the grate and headed toward the window, inhaling the smoke deeply. Watching the start of a new day, he was thankful that Holmes was not dead but with him in Baker Street. So why am I having these nightmares? Watson knew Holmes had become increasingly worried by his disturbed sleep. Watson could no longer continue to make excuses and would have to share his nightmares with his friend. At least he knew Holmes would help him. They would get through this together, as they had so many times before.
Had Watson known of the horror to come, he would have screamed even louder in his nightmares.
Chapter One
A Year Earlier - August 1895
Matthew Crowther was a worried man. His civil engineering business, situated in the beautiful Lakeland countryside, was flourishing and he had just gone into partnership with his cousin Brett Sullivan and his friend Danny Peterson. Both Danny and Brett had been recently invalided out of the Army after fighting in Afghanistan. Danny was recovered from his injuries but would never again have the use of his left eye. Brett had been more severely injured, and had almost died in the field hospital from a wound infection. His physical recovery was much slower than Danny’s and he still carried very raw mental scars. Matthew’s offering Brett and Danny the partnership had given them both a welcome distraction from the horrors of war. But it was not the partnership or Brett’s health that was troubling Matthew.
A year earlier, he had accepted the help of some creditors to finance his company’s development of a new explosive material that would make the excavation and demolition work much easier. But it was not long after that the first threats came. At first, it was just trivial incidents such as the office window being broken in what Matthew had thought was an accident, but things gradually grew more menacing and now Matthew Crowther stared down at the latest malicious letter received in the post that morning. It was a direct threat to his life. The demand was simple - hand over the formula for the explosive or face the consequences. His hands shaking, Matthew crumpled up the letter into a ball.
“My God, what have I got myself into?!” Matthew muttered.
He looked down at his pocket watch, a birthday present he had received from his cousin the previous month. It was an 18-carat gold pocket watch repeater, inscribed Happy Birthday Matt from Brett. Matthew smiled. He and Brett had been more like brothers than cousins. He knew his life was in danger now but he was not going to drag Brett and Danny into this awful situation; he had to face it alone. But he was damned if he was going to let the formula fall into the wrong hands. Matthew opened his desk drawer and pulled out a blue envelope. Inside the envelope was a small piece of paper. Matthew folded it up into an even smaller size, opened up the back of his pocket watch, and inserted the folded paper inside the watch. He placed the watch in a cardboard box, sealed the box, and wrote his cousin’s address on the top. He got up from his desk, grabbed his coat and walking stick, and walked out of his office to greet the receptionist, who was quietly filing away papers.
“Sally, I am going for a walk, can you please ensure this parcel is posted?”
Sally, a petite girl no more than twenty-two years old with brown curly hair, replied,
“Yes, Mr Crowther, will there be anything else, sir?”
Matthew shook his head.
“No, Sally, I’ll be out for a few hours, so if anyone comes looking for me I won’t be in, but if Matthew or Danny asks tell them I have gone to the Lodore Falls.” [1]
Matthew left the office and was soon walking in the crisp winter morning air. It had snowed overnight and a light dusting of snow blanketed the countryside. He wrapped his heavy coat round him to keep out the chill air. After an hour’s walk, Matthew found himself standing at the foot of Lodore Falls. He felt strangely calm and at peace with himself. When they were children, he used to come here often with Brett and had known the area well. Matthew lit a cigar and contemplated. Here, he could leave behind all his troubles and threats and simply enjoy the solitude of this beautiful spot with the sound of gushing water below.
Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind, wrestled to the floor, and savagely kicked in the ribs.
“Are you going to tell us where the formula is or do I have to break every bone in your body?” said a menacing rough voice.
Matthew hardly had time to regain his composure and was clutching his side from the assault on his ribs. He breathed in hard and immediately regretted it as he felt a sharp pain protesting from his side. Matthew looked up to face his attacker. Matthew’s eyes locked onto a chisel-faced man; his face sported black stubble and was etched by years of weathering by the wind. His brown eyes had an evil allure about them and Matthew grew frightened.
“Who are you, and what is the meaning of this assault?”
The chisel-faced man grabbed the lapels of Matthew’s coat with his left hand and raised his right fist, ready to strike a blow.
“Never mind who I am, I want that formula and if you value your life you will tell me where it is or I will break your neck.”
Matthew knew this was going to end badly, realising the months of threats and intimidation had built up to this moment. He laughed and replied defiantly,
“I don’t have any formulas with me and if I did I would certainly not put them in your hands or the hands of whoever else is threatening me. You have no power over me, I defy you!”
With a snarl of contempt, the chisel-faced man smashed his fist into Matthew’s jaw, sending him sprawling down onto the rocky path. Strong hands encircled his neck and he felt them slowly and painfully choking the air out of him.
“You will tell me now where the formula is.”
Matthew struggled against the brute force of his attacker and spluttered, “Go to hell!”
Matthew’s attacker lashed out in full blind fury and Matthew staggered back, dangerously close to the edge of the ravine. He was precariously balanced on the edge between safety and a long drop below, and his feet were slipping. The attacker again had his burly hands around Matthew’s neck and gave a malevolent grin, “You don’t mess with the James Gang, this is your last chance, tell me or die.”
Matthew struck out hopelessly at his formidable attacker, who responded with a powerful punch to his mid section. Matthew lost his footing and went flying into the ravine below. He c