Following Holmes’s instructions, the next afternoon I visited the Fulham Road. At its east end, where it forms the boundary between Kensington and Chelsea, it is lined with the white stuccoed houses of the moderately [more…]
Holmes had often lightly mocked me for my belief in the supernatural. ‘I cannot but suppose,’ he said, ‘that any apparent manifestation of mystical forces will, if subjected to rigorous scrutiny, yield a perfectly rational [more…]
The following morning, as we were digesting a formidable breakfast of kidneys and bacon sent up by the admirable Mrs Hudson, Holmes was again amusing himself with his violin. After his usual discordant improvisation he [more…]
It was my friend’s custom every day after breakfast to peruse the newspapers and cut out any articles he found interesting, to preserve them in a scrapbook for future use. However, these excisions made the [more…]
The Archbishop’s housekeeper, who had been watching us from the edge of the room as we made the horrid discovery, was trembling and trying to restrain her tears. ‘Mrs Armitage,’ said Holmes, ‘we are depending [more…]
I do not think that the events I describe below can be published in my lifetime; indeed, for the good of the British state and the British public, it may be necessary to conceal them [more…]
We all looked into the vault, lit by the thin winter daylight seeping through the window behind us. Indeed there was no trace of anything but the pallet lying forlornly in the middle of the [more…]
During the many years I spent with my friend the famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes I have had the privilege of publishing accounts of many of his cases, almost without exception triumphantly brought to a [more…]
An alignment of Le Carrés occurred over Christmas. A new series of The Night Manager dropped on BBC 1 and iPlayer alongside a repeat of the Corporation’s 1979 adaptation of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, also [more…]
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