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1890s: From the Hound of the Baskervilles to a hound of another sort…
1890s: From the Hound of the Baskervilles to a hound of another sort…
Sherlock and Watson return from the famous Hound of the Baskervilles case, Mrs Hudson and Mary must face their own Hound, in the swirling fog of Victorian London . . .
When Mrs Hudson falls ill, she is taken into a private ward at St Barts hospital. She can’t even sit still then as even in the hospital bed she manages to find out the secrets of those in the other beds. On her very first nigh then she realises that there a higher number of deaths than usual seem to be occurring on this ward. Mrs Hudson believes she witnesses a murder. But was it real, or just smoke and mirrors?
Mary Watson meanwhile has heard about young boys disappearing across London, and is determined to find them and reunite them with their families.
The duo are back in business it would seem, but then a gruesome discovery in Regent’s Park leads them on to a new, terrifying case.
Martha Hudson is the landlady, house-keeper “and goodness know what else to the Great Detective Sherlock Holmes, at his house ( Well, my home, he’s my tenant), 221b Baker Street.“
Baking is her favourite pastime which she has been engaged in to distract her mind, but life gets busy when she has to sack a daily help for reading Sherlock’s notes. She protects her men and takes her role at Baker Street very seriously.
She is always on the go so being in hospital is not easy – but when there is mystery in the ward, her nose starts twitching. Drugs and darkness aren’t enough to stop the inimitable Mrs Hudson.
From the corridors to the hospital to the dark and dank streets to the London Mrs Hudson and Sherlock.. “The sky was a mass of thick grey clouds that felt oddly claustrophobic, as if it were only a few feet above our heads.”
This is where the Street boys hangout, amidst the mass of buildings and streets between the Strand and the Embankment” The archers there are dripping with damp and the place if filled with opium dens and cheap lodging houses.
Regent’s Park was large and sprawling , but we stuck close to the paths beside the boating lake,. In summer there would be flowerlined, but now it was all just mud and damp grass and bare trees and mist hung in the distance.” This takes on a dark turn for there are graves in this park, sightings and spindly trees which seem to take on the shapes of humans…
Author/Guide: Michelle Birkby Destination: London Departure Time: 1889
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