No Place Like Holmes
“Think Treasure Island’s Jim Hawkins and Encyclopedia Brown rolled into one adventurous, ingenious, God-fearing lad, and you get the idea. Fun, suspenseful, and unpredictable, the No Place Like Holmes books are fantastic reads, and author Jason Lethcoe is a fine craftsman of words to boot. I highly recommend this series.” —Robert Liparulo, bestselling author of Dreamhouse Kings and The 13th Tribe
The new resident in 221A Baker Street is about to give Sherlock Holmes a run for his magnifying glass!
When Griffin is sent to stay with his detective uncle at 221A Baker Street for the summer, he is certain that his uncle must be the great Sherlock Holmes! But Griffin is disappointed to discover that Holmes lives at 221B Baker Street and his uncle lives unit 221A. His uncle is a detective, just not a very good one. But when Griffin meets a woman with a case that Holmes has turned away for being too ridiculous, he and his uncle team up to help her. Along the way, Griffin shows his uncle just what it means to have true faith in God, even when the case challenges that. The woman claims that her husband was eaten by the Loch Ness Monster, but monsters aren’t real—or are they?
“The No Place Like Holmes books will capture you on first page and not let you go until the final fascinating twist and turn. Jason Lethcoe is an excellent writer with the ability to craft a story that entertains all readers (adults are welcome to take a peek!).” —Robert Whitlow, bestselling author of the Tides of Truth series
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imagine the terror and anxiety she must be feeling at the loss of her husband. He gazed at his nephew, wondering if he’d been judging the boy a bit too harshly. Although Griffin certainly possessed some of the same traits he despised in Sherlock Holmes, Snodgrass couldn’t deny that there was something different about Griffin Sharpe. Finally Mrs. Dent squeezed Griffin’s hand and let it go, wiping the tears from her eyes and rising to show them out. “Don’t worry,” Griffin assured her. “We will
Snodgrass held up his finger for silence. “However, I do think that your notion of a submersible machine has merit. I believe that in order to discover more about this mystery, I shall have to devise something that will allow us to travel underwater ourselves.” His uncle’s brow furrowed, and his expression turned thoughtful. “Yes,” he said in distracted mumble. “There have been rumors of hidden tunnels beneath the Thames. I wonder . . .” Griffin decided that he’d asked his uncle enough
Snodgrass said was electrically charged and would provide them with additional protection. It had a specially designed, insulated handle that protected the bearer while underwater. Unconsciously, Griffin’s hand strayed to his side, ensuring that he had the Stinger securely strapped to his waist. He hoped that the waterproof holster he wore would keep the weapon from getting too waterlogged to work. They swam downward, looking for clues. As they descended, Griffin could feel the water pressure
for him. Their personal stories were more similar than he’d imagined. Griffin knew what it was like to be alone and to hope for someone to understand him. His uncle had lived that way, nursing his hurt and disappointment for years and years. But Griffin could tell that bitterness had done tremendous damage to his uncle’s relationships with people. There was only one solution Griffin could think of that would set him free, and it was something that might be hard for his uncle to accept. His
Moriarty has left an indelible impression,” Holmes said, nodding in the direction of Griffin’s hurt leg. “And I think that perhaps a walking stick might make moving around easier. As it happens, this one was abandoned by its owner in the clock tower.” Griffin took the cane, but he wasn’t sure he could use it. It felt strange to carry the weapon that had almost killed him. Holmes continued, “Young man, we share some of the same qualities of observation. And I can say without hesitation that you