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In the year 1933 an elderly Dr John Watson is looking back over his life and his time spent with his brilliant friend and master of deduction Sherlock Holmes. He writes in a letter to the reader that he has assembled a list of seven untold adventures that span from his and Sherlock's early years until the time of Sherlock's retirement. Watson explains that he wishes to leave, not only his family but the public with a final compilation of adventures that he and Sherlock shared while he is still able. In these seven stories Holmes and Watson are caught in the middle of multiple Government Scandals (Acquitted Client & Diamond Jubilee) cold blooded murders (Poisoned Affair & Saint Mary s Murder) and Terrorist groups (The Yellow Handkerchief). As well Holmes and Watson come face to face the spirits of darkness (The Haunted Hotel) and in a story that works through over a decade of Holmes' cases, we learn the truth about Watson's marital life and what happened to his wife Mary after Holmes' apparent death at Reichenbach (The Solved Problem).

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	05 septembre 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781780922447
Langue	English

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THE UNTOLD ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES
by
Luke Benjamen Kuhns

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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
www.andrewsuk.com
© Copyright 2012 Luke Kuhns
The right of Luke Kuhns to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him 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 unauthorised 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.
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Cover Art by Phil Dragash: www.phildragash.com

Dedication
To the great City of London whose history and culture have deeply impacted on me.
With special thanks to my friends and family in the US, UK, and EU. Specifically to Emily, Phil and Jake for your constant encouragement and inspiration in all my ventures. My parents Mitchell and Karen, my sister Raegan and Emilya and Caesar, my brilliant niece and nephew. My Northern Irish sister Ashleigh for being an amazing sister and friend and Doctor Rainey for the many coffee breaks, mentoring, and wisdom shared over the years.
Lastly to the literary geniuses Douglas Adams, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, C.S.Lewis and J.R.R.Tolkien whose works have been a constant influence in my life.

A Letter From Dr John H. Watson
For several decades I joined my friend Holmes on countless adventures. In my time I have presented to the public around sixty stories that feature the remarkable mind and brilliant powers of deduction that my good friend possesses.
Here I sit, a much older man, unable to gallivant around and be exposed to such amazing adventures. So much has changed in recent years. The world is much changed now, following the Great War. England is still putting back the pieces from the devastation and loss suffered from it. Even now there are further threats rising, and in the recent words of my friend Holmes, ‘The world will be at each other’s throats once more before the decade is out. I can feel it Watson. There is a thirst for power and domination; the very same wicked spirit which I found in Professor Moriarty has now influenced some of the current world leaders and they are posing a much greater threat than he.’
It is in this momentary time of peace, while I still have the chance and energy; I want to produce a few of our Untold Adventures. For various reasons I kept these hidden away. Some I felt the public may not entirely believe or believed that I romanticised them. Some were kept quiet for reasons of national security. One in particular was too close to my heart to disclose until a proper time. Then others were simply lost in the piles of hundreds of other cases and went unmentioned until now.
Though sitting here in my study, listening to my Grandchildren play and my wife watching over them I cannot but wish to share as many grand adventures with them as possible, and chronicle them down so they too can pass on the story of their grandfather who accompanied this remarkable friend of his - Holmes. Therefore, before my own candle goes out I wish to compile a few more stories, not just for my family, but for the wider public to share in as well.
There really was no end to the great powers of deduction possessed by Holmes. Even now, as he sits retired in the countryside, I can imagine the ‘old man,’ as some call him, rushing about with his experiments and bees and still being of service to the local law in small ways. It seems for him that age has no effect. So here begins some of the Untold Adventures of Holmes. As I once said I shall say yet again that, ‘I have now been compelled to make a clear statement of his career. . .Holmes who I shall ever regard as the best and wisest man whom I have ever known.’
Doctor John H. Watson
June 1933 age 81

The Adventure of the Poisoned Affair
Part 1
When I look back at the many adventures I had with my friend Holmes, I begin to wonder if my readers were ever bored by these stories. Or possibly felt that they blurred into one or stretched the imagination too much for belief. For myself, my life changed that day I met Holmes, and in many ways for the better. At the end of my life I know that I will be able to look back and say that there is nothing greater than a good friend who is able to stretch your mind beyond limits you never thought you could reach.
It was a crisp summer’s day and I sat in the study of 221b Baker Street reading through a recent medical journal when I was interrupted by Holmes who had been sitting quietly in his chair deep in meditation.
“How do you know you are who you think you are?” Asked Holmes. I was often shocked at the questions which emerged from his mouth. Very seldom did he devote time to philosophical questions.
“Good God, Holmes, where did that come from?” I asked
“It was just a thought. Have you ever wondered Watson about the people we have met over time? The good and the bad? Sometimes I think these people might have been great pillars of society had they not been corrupted by the infectious disease of crime.”
“I cannot but agree. However, I am stunned at this sudden resort to philosophy,” I said.
“Is it philosophical to try to understand the human condition and what a person would have been in another frame?” said he, “To us we see people either affected, hurt, or killed by crime or people who are either affecting, hurting or killing for crime. For us, Watson, we see people through these lenses. Nevertheless these people are more than that. They are someone’s son or daughter, mother or father, friend, even colleague. That is what begs the question, how does one know that they are who they think themselves to be, as we all show different sides of ourselves to different people.”
It took me some time to respond to my friend’s thought. I had no idea what seed had been planted into his mechanical brain to produce a thought such as this, but if one man could turn a philosophical thought into a clear deduction of the human condition it was Holmes.
“Well, Holmes,” I finally said, “I suppose you are right. Indeed to change one’s perspective will inevitably help one gain further understanding of the ever changing human condition.”
“Yes, so it should.” He finished standing up from his warn chair reaching for his pipe and packing it full of tobacco as he walked towards the window. “Identity Watson,” Holmes said lighting his pipe and glaring out the window, “It is becoming an ever-growing concern, and I would go as far as to say that in the near future every person’s struggle for identity will inevitably lead to an identity-confused society.”
“Holmes, any deduction you make, whether it be on the simplest of things or the grandest I would wholeheartedly accept your judgement,” I replied.
“It would seem we have a visitor,” said Holmes changing the topic from one to which we would never return again apart from once.
The day was like any other day apart from the strange conversations between Holmes and myself. Holmes had several visitors, first an elderly man who owned a small shop. He told Holmes he had been robbed by a band of ruffians so the former called upon the Baker Street Irregulars, his own personal police force made up of street-worn children, to look out for and bring back any news of the crime. Holmes paid the children for their aid and he always viewed it as his way of helping these youths find a new way in life. A more, shall we say, honest way. By the end of the day Holmes had located the thieves and returned the stolen goods to the man.
In between Holmes’s waiting on news from the Irregulars he was greeted by a young woman who was accused of stealing jewellery after a dinner party at a house where she had only recently become acquainted with the occupants. Holmes discovered that the woman did not steal anything. Rather the woman of the house had lost a very special ring, her accused new friend owned an identical ring. Holmes found the woman’s lost ring embedded in a couch cushion where Holmes deduced was a place of foreplay between the husband and wife the night of the party. And that explained is how the ring had gone missing.
I chose not to join him on his days’ ventures as I had some catching up to do with personal matters and I wished to devote some time to myself. I had a fruitful day of my own and was pleased to have this time apart from my dear friend Holmes. Around half six in the evening Holmes returned from his days journeying and told me the tales before he asked if we should go to dinner and a show.
“I believe there is what promises to be a splendid concert on at the Royal Albert Hall tonight at eight. We could catch a brief dinner beforehand if you would be inclined to an evening’s entertainment?” I agreed and put on my coat and hat and we were out the door. We jumped into a hansom cab and were off.
Dinner was lovely, but that did not stop my friend’s observations. Holmes notice a large woman slide bread rolls into her bag, a sly looking man swipe a piece of silver from a small bag of money, a