The Detective’s Daughter

Chapter One

By

Night Story

Copyright (c) 2010

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Dear Reader:

I am writing this letter to explain the events that have lead up to my decision to take up, where my father, the late, great Dr. John Watson, had left off.  That is the task to record the many cases , of my dearest friend, Millicent Holmes, daughter of the late, great detective, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.  I will release a portion of the cases, those I deem to have played an important role in the further study and advancement into the criminal mind, for publication in “The Strand”.  There are other cases that I will record, but because of their very delicate nature, shall only be held as a private reference and privately placed in the very secure hands of my dearest friend, Millicent Holmes.

Millicent Holmes, as many of you remember, from the sensational headlines in the tabloids, started her new career as a very private detective in the year 1921.  It had started at the death of her father, Mr. Sherlock Holmes but the case had started several years before.

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The years had been kind to the two aging gentlemen, my father, Dr. John Watson, and his long time friend, the detective, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.  Hearty still, in age and constitution, but, as happens with all who age, a noticeable bit of slowing down had occurred in their activities.    Their actions in both, movements and mental capacity, the later especially noticeable in Mr. Sherlock Holmes, once considered the greatest mind in the field of criminal study.  While neither had slipped into being Dodgy, that had become men of more leisure, forced upon them by the changing times and the lack of regular callers.   My father had taken up more time in attendance at the Club or traveling to Scotland on one of his many fishing campaigns.  Mr. Holmes, on the other hand, had turned inward, pursuing his books and experiments within the confines of his home at 221 Baker Street.   He had few visitors, except for his family and a few of the “old boys” from Scotland Yard, to which he still regaled them with cases past.