Young Sherlock Holmes: Red Leech

Andrew Lane

Language: English

Pages: 144

ISBN: 2:00044871

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Sherlock knows that Amyus Crow, his mysterious American tutor, has some dark secrets. But he didn't expect to find a notorious killer, hanged by the US government, apparently alive and well in Surrey - and Crow somehow mixed up in it. When no one will tell you the truth, sometimes you have to risk all to discover it for yourself. And so begins an adventure that will take Sherlock across the ocean to America, to the centre of a deadly web - where life and death are cheap, and truth has a price no sane person would pay . . .

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through the string. ‘Best to preserve the knots,’ he said to Sherlock without turning his head. ‘They may tell us something about the man who tied them. Sailors, for instance, have a whole set of peculiar knots they use that have not found their way into the knowledge of the general populace. If you have a few days to yourself I really would commend to you a study of knots.’ Sliding the string to one side, presumably for later analysis, he unwrapped the paper from the stone and smoothed it out

which I don’t play very well. The point is, I’ll be all right.’ ‘Did you get him?’ she asked angrily. ‘I stopped him,’ Sherlock replied, ‘but I think your father and my brother will want to talk to him, so I didn’t hurt him too much. Even though I could have done.’ ‘Maybe you should have,’ she said darkly. Thinking about head injuries, Sherlock asked: ‘What about concussion? The ball injured your father’s head, and he may have hit it as well.’ Virginia gazed at him. Her expression was fixed

the centre, between wooden seats covered with upholstered cloth. Halfway down, in facing seats, were Ives, Berle, John Wilkes Booth and, what was, judging by the shape of the back of his head, Matty. The men were talking intensely and Sherlock ducked down between two seats before they saw him. Virginia looked around for the guard. Sherlock’s heart flipped in his chest when he heard a whistle blow outside; a sharp, shrill burst of sound. The next thing that happened was that the train began to

feet. They’re webbed. They can probably swim better than we can.’ ‘I can’t swim,’ Virginia said suddenly. ‘I take it back,’ Sherlock said. ‘They can definitely swim better than we can.’ He looked around desperately, hoping there might be something lying about that might help, but apart from rocks and bushes there was nothing. The reptiles were getting closer now, and the stench of rotting meat was becoming almost too much to bear. ‘Oh, I dunno if it helps,’ Matty said, ‘but I got this from

snarled. ‘So you have failed.’ ‘I can’t control the world,’ Sherlock pointed out. ‘Just the bits I can reach. At least I’ve done what I can to stop a massacre. The rest is up to you, and Amyus Crowe, and the Government.’ ‘Your problem,’ Balthassar pointed out, porcelain face impassive and glowing in the moonlight, but voice bitter, ‘is that you let your emotions get in the way of logic. If I had any advice to offer you, it would be for you to suppress your emotions. Keep them in check. They can

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