The Mammoth Book of New Sherlock Holmes Adventures

I must confess to feeling slightly nettled by my friend's cynicism. 'How did she strike you?'

'Here we have a rather theatrical, still-handsome woman who knows how to deploy her charms. Did you notice which chair she took? With her back to the window, away from the daylight and where the firelight would soften and enhance her looks.'

'She may not have wished to sully her dress with the rather obvious pipe-ash scattered on your chair,' I retorted.

'Well done!' approved my friend. 'And what did you make of the silent partner?'

'Mr Ashton Plush? I was surprised a lawyer should take such an interest in a domestic squabble.'

'Indeed. I feel he has what is generally termed a vested interest. Did you mark where he stood,Watson?'

'Behind her chair, in a most protective manner.'

'No, where his own face was in shadow and he could observe me observing her. He wanted to gauge my reaction to her story. There's more to this than meets the eye, Watson. A lady dressed in the height of fashion in the company of a man some ten years younger than herself. She evinces little sympathy for the plight of her siblings, yet a great deal of concern for her stepmother. What is her real concern? We might look into the father's background.' He took down a red-covered reference book from the mantelpiece. 'Ah, yes, Abernetty, Sir William, knighted for services to the crown. A son of impoverished country gentry. Made a fortune in the East by mysterious and possibly devious means. Returned to England in 1830 whereupon he married Clarissa, daughter of Sir Arthur Humphrey, and entered politics. Money opens many doors Watson, even one on Grosvenor Square. Wife died in 1848, one daughter Mabel. Married Miss Alice Fernberton 1850, died 1852. Aha, Watson! Made some bad investments in the East Indies, died with his fortune considerably reduced.'

'What does that tell us, Holmes?'

'I'm not sure, but it should tell us something. What did you think of the story of the parsley sunk into the butter?'

'Almost ludicrous.'

Holmes looked at me musingly. 'Did you indeed? I hope to teach you the importance of trivialities. Do you have the time to join me on this adventure, Watson, if it is indeed to be an adventure? I doubt if I can promise you a baboon or a cheetah on this occasion.'

'My dear Holmes, if you think I could possibly be of use.' I still felt a thrill of pride at having my assistance requested as I had not yet shared as many exploits with my friend as I have to this date and it was all quite new and uncharted to my prosaic way of life.

Holmes smiled in one of his rare flashes of warmth. 'Thank you. I shall as always value your company. And your medical expertise may be of value should we chance to meet the invalid. But at the moment I would greatly appreciate your going to your club. You may even choose to spend the night there to avoid the evening fog. I have to give this matter a great deal of thought and I can't predict how many pipes will bring me to a solution.'

Being aware of his practice of using tobacco for a stimulus to his thought processes until the room was filled with an acrid pall of smoke, I was happy to oblige.

When I returned next day at noon I was met by an astonishing sight. My friend stood in our little sitting-room transformed into a Bohemian with flowing locks, a flourishing moustache, a hat with a curled brim, a dashing cape and yellow spotted silk bandana knotted at his throat.

'Come, Watson, we can't have you looking so dull. Break out your fancy duds.' His eyes were dancing merrily in his long lean face.

Accustomed as I was becoming to my friend's disguises, I perceived some plan was afoot.

'I have nothing half so showy and shall be obliged to go as I am. Where are we going by the way?'

'I've work for you, Watson, if you're willing to undertake it.' 'You know I'm always happy to oblige.'

'Thank you. I want you to call upon your colleague, Dr Royce Miles. I understand he has rooms in Knightsbridge. I want you to enquire in your professional capacity about the health of Lady Abernetty. Say you have had an enquiry about her and seek a word of discreet advice. Take careful note of the interview, how the good doctor looks, what he has to say, any minor detail, you know my methods.'

'And you, Holmes?'

'I'm off to join the Footlights Amateur Dramatic Society with the expectation of making the acquaintance of Charles Abernetty. You see before you Sebastian Food, aspiring actor. These ladies and gentlemen of leisure and thesbian pursuits are meeting for rehearsal of their forthcoming production. We'll meet back here for supper and compare our findings.'

I had removed my damp outer wear and was sitting before the fire in my dressing-gown reading The Times when Sherlock Holmes returned from his expedition. One glance at his face showed even under the disguise that he was in a brooding, taciturn mood.

'Not now,' he said, in answer to my unspoken question. 'I need to rid myself of these trappings and get a hot meal inside me before I can discuss the day's events. Will you ring for Mrs Hudson and advise her of our readiness for supper?'

After Mrs Hudson's excellent roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, he poured us both a whisky and soda and lit a cigar. For half an hour perhaps he sat in the darkened room, gazing meditatively into the fire. I knew him too well to break into his reverie.

The striking of the clock aroused him at last. 'Let us have the lamp, Watson. I thought we might indulge in a game of whist before we go to bed.'

'You astound me, Holmes.'

'Do I? I won't when I inform you we've been invited for a hand tomorrow afternoon at Grosvenor Square. I need to freshen up my knowledge of the rules.'

'I gather you've succeeded in making the acquaintance of Charles Abernetty.'

'Indeed I have. He's quite the shining light of the Footlights Amateur Dramatic Society. A dapper little man, Watson, but somewhat nondescript in feature and colour which would I think give him the opportunity to play many roles. Quite theatrical in his approach to acting, but he has a few subtle nuances which are quite interesting.'

'In personality or stage presentation?'

Holmes chuckled. 'You always come straight to the point with

these little pragmatisms of yours. Yes, where does one leave off and the other begin? After I had watched the rehearsal I begged to be introduced to him by the President of the Society, whose acquaintance I had previously made. I praised Mr Abernetty's performance extravagantly and he became quite enchanted with me with what seemed mingled vanity and a need for self-reassurance. Such was the rapport we established he invited me to accompany him to Drury Lane one evening where an artist he greatly admires is presently performing.

'The subject of whist somehow crept into the conversation. When I said I played he immediately invited me for tomorrow afternoon. Did I have a friend? he asked. Indeed I did, said I. Then his sister Miss Sabina Abernetty would make a fourth.'

'Well, you've got us over the doorstep. Well done, Holmes.'

My companion shrugged his narrow shoulders. 'I wonder if I have done well.' He turned the conversation abruptly. 'How did you fare with Dr Royce Miles?'

'I had feared he might be rather reticent about a former patient, but he was quite loquacious on the subject of Lady Abernetty. Glad to have her off his hands and wished me all the luck in the world. She is apparently one of those irascible patients all doctors dread to treat.'

'And her ailment?'

'Congestion of the lungs which is placing quite a strain on the heart. Embarrassed left ventricle. Can't survive much longer, which will be a blessing for the children. She is, according to Miles, a cold woman who treats and has always treated her son and daughter like servants rather than loved children. Miles was full of praise for the care and attention they lavish on her.'

'When neglect might carry her off sooner?'

'That's a harsh observation, Holmes.'

'It's what Mrs Bertram says she fears.'

'Miles was surprised at her apparent concern. She has made only one enquiry about her stepmother's health which was when she discovered the doctor had been dismissed. In his many visits to Grosvenor Square he never once saw her at the house.'

'It's possible her visits didn't coincide with his. And what is the appearance of this Dr Royce Miles?'