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The Case of the Lost Folio
The Case of the Lost Folio
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The first of a series of Sherlock Holmes forbidden-to-be-published adventures, presented under the Imprimatur of the Conan-Doyle Estate. After relating the discovery of a cache of unpublished Holmes tales recorded by Watson, and discovered more than 50 years after his death by his grand-nephew, the first “deciphered” tale begins:
Holmes and Watson are engaged by the very-attractive wife of an Oxford Don Expert on Shakespeare who has disappeared. It transpires that the Don had become connected with the marketing of an arbitrarily rare set of documents comprising the Bard’s legendary Lost Folio. These documents were alleged to be a set of lost plays which, because of their antiquity, were worth millions irrespective of their quality. (Some of these had actually been played before limited audiences before being misplaced or destroyed, leaving only a lingering hint as to their titles and plots, one of them ostensibly connected to Cervantes’ Don Quixote.)

A note abruptly appears, demanding a staggering and numerically peculiar price for the Lost Folio and the return of her husband, along with a riddle that appears meaningless. Holmes and Watson are put through a multiplicity of trials, taking them all over England:
Stonehenge, Salisbury Cathedral, No. 10 Downing Street, Southampton, and, of course, Stratford upon Avon, etc., all triggered by some aspect of the ransom note, e.g., the Southampton trip is to check on the nature of the paper used for the note, which proves to be of a special “Diplomatic Grade” that includes erasure sensitivity, and is doled out only to people high in government circles. Each sheet holds a concealed series number that can be used to determine to whom it had been allotted.

Mathematical overtones of the Lost Folio price implicate someone in either the Queen’s Artillery, versed in calculating ballistic tables, or in the Admiralty, concerned with navigational calculations.

Holmes and Watson engage in burglary of the home of a n’er do well suspect, son of a royal personage with disquieting results.

Word comes that the Don’s wife has been brutally murdered, crushed by a falling stone at Stonehenge, causing much consternation.

Holmes requests an audience with the Prime Minister in order to secure records needed for the investigation, and engages in a verbal sparring match with the gentleman. Holmes prevails, and secures almost ministerial powers over the records office, to the awe of the functionaries there.

They trace the Don’s wife’s path prior to her death ( which she took in response to a threatening letter) to Piccadilly Circus, where, amongst ladies of the afternoon/evening, she would have been noticeable. Holmes, who turns out to be well known to the ladies (not as a customer, but as someone sensitive to their station in life, and willing, without charge, to help right wrongs inflicted upon them). They learn that she met with a man who forced her into a hansom cab, then the identity of the driver, who is later found dead.

In the meantime, the Don is found drowned in the Thames, bound with nautical knots. An autopsy, performed by one of Watson’s old school chums, the Don proves to be (mechanically) impotent, suggesting that his ravishing wife may have taken a lover, who might have been involved in the machinations of the Lost Folio. He proves, in fact, to be a Duke, an officious snob until Holmes braces him with the incontrovertible reasoning leading to him. It is learned that it was indeed he, at the behest of the Don’s wife, who chose to underwrite the purchase of the Lost Folio, and that he was being blackmailed because of it.

Holmes begins to consider the Don and his wife as having been more involved in the nefarious scheme surrounding the Folio, and the fine hand of Moriarty becomes evident.

A trap is laid, then sprung.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBruce Briley
Release dateAug 9, 2012
ISBN9781938701153
The Case of the Lost Folio
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Bruce Briley

Dr. Briley has a B.S., M.S. and Ph.D from the University of Illinois. He has 4 children and 10 grandchildren, has been employed for many years at Bell Labs, Lucent and Motorola, and is now with the Illinois Institute of Technology where he was awarded the first Alva C. Todd Professorship. He holds 21 US patents and has authored 2 textbooks as well as numerous technical papers (not unlike the "monographs" Sherlock Holmes often mentions).He has been a Sherlock Holmes fan since he was first able to read his Adventures. Of late, however, he became unhappy over the films and TV series of a "modern" Sherlock epitomized by the "Elementary" series which savages the concept: Holmes and Watson are transported forward more than a hundred years, Watson is transmographied into an Asian female, and Holmes, while still a brilliant detective, is portrayed as a social buffoon similar to Monk.Though he has found such series very entertaining, he longed for some new tales of the traditional Sherlock in the Elizebethan era, resonating with the original image while fresh in scope.And so he penned 5 novels (and is planning a 6th) that strive to accomplish that:The first, "The Lost Folio", chases Holmes and Watson all over England, involves Moriarty and Lastrade, etc., responding to a kidnapping and murders in pursuit of Shakespeare's Lost Work, while encumbered by an impenetrable cipher.The second, "The Sow's Ear", takes them on a dangerous sea voyage to rescue a young lady lost in the labyrinth of China, and stumble upon a plot to destroy the Silk trade, involving murderous rogues, and multiple assassination attempts upon them.The third, "The Vatican Murder", finds Watson jailed on the Vatican grounds, indicted for the murder of an old school chum and subject to the strict laws of the soverign Vatican State. Holmes is helpful, but a tangled web endangers Watson when he is mistaken for Holmes on two occasions. Watson, when separated from his boon companion exhibits his ability to improvise, but is convicted of murder.The fourth, "The Royal Leper", finds Holmes and Watson charged by royal warrant to convey a member of the Royal Family diagnosed with Leprosy to secretly convey him half-way around the world to what would effectively be banishment to a Leper Colony on Molokai island in the Pacific Ocean. An abundance of adventures ensue, taking them to places they would not have dreamed of visiting. No other Sherlock Holmes mystery/adventure has ever been so extensive.The fifth, "Something Rotten in Denmark", engages Holmes and Watson in an investigation of a series of murders that have taken place in Kronborg Castle, near Copenhagen. (Krongborg was selected by Shakespeare as the model for the setting of Hamlet, and has played a vital role in the history of Denmark.) The baffling nature of the murders is that they follow the order of events in Shakespeare's Hamlet. A tangled set of clues and witness narratives compel the pair to perform extraordinarily."The Fifteen Hundred Word Curse", involves a modern-day man who discovers that he is the victim of a huge (and genuine) curse levied upon the Reivers of the Walk (a large and dangerous group peopling the Scottish-English border whose descendents include Custer, President Nixon and Neil Armstrong) by the Archbishop of Glasgow. He enlists the aid of an ecclesiastical lawyer/priest, an aged, experienced expert on exocism, and a youthful priest fresh from a seminary. He learns that a large collection of evil influences have been subtly causing inbreeding amongst the descendents to strengthen the power of the curse upon his unborn child. Terrible events transpire as the result of attempts to apply logic to lifting the curse. A surprise awaits at the story's end.

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    The Case of the Lost Folio - Bruce Briley

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    THE CASE OF THE LOST FOLIO

    by

    Dr. Bruce E. Briley

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    Table of Contents

    ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS and THANKS

    FOREWORD

    CHAPTER 1

    CHAPTER 2

    CHAPTER 3

    CHAPTER 4

    CHAPTER 5

    CHAPTER 6

    CHAPTER 7

    CHAPTER 8

    CHAPTER 9

    CHAPTER 10

    CHAPTER 11

    CHAPTER 12

    CHAPTER 13

    CHAPTER 14

    CHAPTER 15

    CHAPTER 16

    CHAPTER 17

    CHAPTER 18

    CHAPTER 19

    CHAPTER 20

    CHAPTER 21

    CHAPTER 22

    CHAPTER 23

    CHAPTER 24

    Other Books by Briley

    About the Author

    ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS and THANKS

    Grateful acknowledgement to the Conan Doyle Estate Ltd. for permission to use the Sherlock Holmes characters created by the late Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

    Many thanks to Amanda Marie McGovern for her very able services in creating the covers for this series of books.

    I would like to thank the Telemachus Press Team assigned to my project for their Professional handling of these books (and their author). I would recommend them to anyone.

    FOREWORD

    It gives me great pleasure to see at last published this hitherto unknown adventure of the late Sherlock Holmes and my Great-Uncle, John H. Watson, M.D., who, readers may recall, saw service with Her Majesty’s Northumberland Fusiliers in the second campaign in Afghanistan, where he was wounded and subsequently pensioned.

    I scarcely know how to express my surprise—nay—astonishment, when I found this manuscript, written and carefully secreted by my Great Uncle for reasons that I will endeavour to make clear. It was while rummaging through the attic of my ancestral home in Darvey that I came across an old trunk in a dark, dank corner under the eaves. It was of leather—a design rarely seen these days because of the expense—which had mouldered so that the portion holding the hasp crumbled like tea toast as I attempted to open it. It was bedecked with once colourful travel stickers: the Grand Hotel, Tokyo, Japan; The New Yorker, New York, USA; The Hannesplaza Inn, Innsbruck, Switzerland, etc.

    My torch’s batteries were near exhausted, so I caught only a glimpse of the top-most contents: a physician’s black bag, the lapels of a carefully folded greatcoat of Victorian design, and several notebooks. I was electrified to realize that there had been no physician (to my knowledge) in my family since my Great Uncle.

    With considerable effort (and cost to the trunk, for it began to come apart as I dragged it over the rough and encumbered floor boards of the attic) I coaxed the trunk toward the portal and somehow down the narrow spiral of stairs to the top floor, where the misty November light from the windows allowed full view of my spoils. I was quickly rewarded by confirmation of my guess of ownership on the corroded but readable brass plate still affixed to the physician’s bag.

    Most of the trunk contained clothing obviously originally of good quality, but quite spoilt by the mildew and rot from dampness and time.

    The reader can imagine the blush of pleasure that flooded over me as I removed the stacks of hand-written notebooks bearing headings corresponding to the titles of the various adventures, celebrated in song and story ad nauseum, of Holmes and Watson. Clearly, these were the original manuscripts, written by my Great Uncle in a handwriting that varied from the neat, almost print-quality expected of a methodical physician, to the crabbed, barely legible script of an aged, arthritic hand, perhaps further impeded by poor vision.

    Either my Great Uncle had fallen on evil times in his dotage, or the parsimony that sometimes characterises the elderly had over-taken him, because the later-dated notebooks employed cross-writing, which, when combined with the same technique on the back-side of each page, and the diffusion of the ink through the paper front-to-back and back-to-front, yielded a result not unlike hieroglyphics without the benefit of a Rosetta Stone.

    The hair began to prickle on the back of my neck as I realised that there were several notebooks with titles that had never seen print.

    These, I assumed, were doubtless diaries of less-than-interesting events (surely even Holmes came a cropper on occasion); I was soon disabused of this assumption, however, as I delved into the unpublished accounts and became so engrossed that only as the light faded to the point where I could no longer see to read did I realise that I had sat cross-legged on the floor for more than six hours, and my legs had become so cramped by the lack of circulation that I could scarcely arise to put on a lamp. I then proceeded to read till morning, when my insistent bladder compelled me to cease for a time.

    My mind was spinning: Here were tales of adventures at least as remarkable as those that had made Holmes and his Boswell the toast of Victorian England, and eventually the world. Why then had they lay fallow all these years, denying the public of the pleasure of Holmes’ exploits? I was sorely puzzled until I discovered a purple ribbon that had virtually disintegrated, but had marked the edges of the notebooks with new titles such that it was clear that they had been bundled together. Welded, as it were, to a scrap of the ribbon was a cryptic note: These not to be published until 50 years after my death.

    But why had they been set aside in this manner? What embarrassment could be caused by them, and to whom? These questions were quickly answered upon reflection over what I had just been avidly perusing: people, important in the days of Holmes and my Great Uncle, would have been hurt, perhaps even brought down by revelation of these events.

    Now, of course, these persons are long dead, and my Great Uncle’s admonition has long since been satisfied. These stories can now be published, subject to the laws concerning after-death defamation in several countries!

    There is some question remaining concerning the disposition of the royalties which may be forthcoming, but such considerations are but secondary to the long overdue exposure to the world of these tales, stranger than fiction, and so wonderfully illustrative of the reasoning power of him who may well have been the greatest detective the world will ever know.

    The reader may well wonder why only one of the adventures is published within these covers. The answer is that it was the best preserved and most easily transcribed. I am already engaged in the attempt to decipher the next-most legible of the notebooks. It is difficult and painstaking work, but a labour of love.

    I should at this time say a few words about the notebook whose contents are in the reader’s hands:

    The title, The Lost Folio, confused me at first, thinking it referred to the fact that my Great Uncle was intentionally losing it. In actuality, it refers to the famous lost folio of Shakespeare, thought to have been lost in antiquity, or destroyed by the Great Fire of London, or whatever. I nonetheless prefer to think of it as a sample of the Lost Folio of Watson, biographer, friend, confidant, foil, and admirer of the late Sherlock Holmes.

    I take full responsibility for spelling and grammatical errors, because they would surely spring from my ineptitude in interpretation of the injured document rather than John’s pristine writing.

    JPW

    THE CASE OF THE LOST FOLIO

    CHAPTER 1

    My friend, Sherlock Holmes, and I had shared accommodations, broken bread, risked our lives and reasoned together (though I must confess that I was always the student in the latter category) for so long that we were, I think, able to sense each other’s moods. On the particular (and fateful) day that I mark as the beginning of the Case of the Lost Folio, Holmes had been acting in the nervous, agitated manner I had grown accustomed to associating with the calm before the storm—the brief period that could in hindsight be recognised as the prologue to an adventure. Though I was occasionally wrong in my assessments, on this cold, dull morning, at our Baker Street apartment, I was not.

    Holmes had been pacing up and down the room, puffing on his enormous Meerschaum as though he were intending to fumigate the room with the smoke of one of his most noxious blends of tobacco, when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, and his

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