Transcript of Four Noncanonical Sherlock Holmes Short Stories
Four non -canonical Sherlock Holmes short stories by Arthur Conan Doyle. Dramatis Personae Sherlock Holmes Read by Peter Yersley Dr Watson Read by David Purdy Yerbier de Lirnach Read by Algie Pug James Bland Read by Lewis West Potter Hood Read by Zames Curran Inspector Collins Read by Alan Mapstone James MacPherson Read by Charles Conover St. Helens Stationmaster Read by Rob Marland Manchester Stationmaster Read by Larry Wilson Collins Green Stationmaster Read by Twinkle Earlston Stationmaster Read by Adrian Stevens Newton Stationmaster Read by Lauren Emma Kenyon Junction Stationmaster Read by Thomas Peter Barton Moss Stationmaster Read by Marvin Bonorescu James Read by Noel Vaux Edward Read by Thomas Peter Sparrow McCoy Read by Adrian Stevens John Palmer Read by Brant Burgess John Read by Charles Conover Karna Read by Lauren Emma Dude Read by Zames Curran Narrator Read by Michelle Eaton Chapter 1 of 4 non -canonical Sherlock Holmes short stories by Arthur Conan Doyle This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox .org Chapter 1 The Field Bazaar I should certainly do it, said Sherlock Holmes. I started at the interruption, for my companion had been eating his breakfast, with his attention entirely centered upon the paper which was propped up by the coffee pot. Now I looked across at him to find his eyes fastened upon me, with the half -amused, half -questioning expression, which he usually assumed, when he felt he had made an intellectual point. Do what? I asked. He smiled as he took his slipper from the mantelpiece, and drew from it enough shag tobacco to fill the old clay pipe with which he invariably rounded off his breakfast. A most characteristic question of yours, Watson, said he. You will not, I am sure, be offended, if I say that any reputation for sharpness which I may possess has been entirely gained by the admirable foil which you have made for me. Have I not heard of debutantes who have insisted upon plainness in their chaperones? There is a certain analogy. Our long companionship in the Baker Street rooms had left us on those easy terms of intimacy when much may be said without offence, and yet I acknowledged that I was nettled at his remark. I may be very obtuse, said I, but I confess that I am unable to see how you have managed to know that I was, I was— asked to help in the Edinburgh University Bazaar. Precisely. The letter has only just come to hand, and I have not spoken to you since. In spite of that, said Holmes, leaning back in his chair and putting his fingertips together, I would even venture to suggest that the object of the bazaar is to enlarge the University Cricket Field. I looked at him in such bewilderment that he vibrated with silent laughter. The fact is, my dear Watson, that you are an excellent subject, said