Stone Cold (Young Sherlock Holmes)
Following his last thrilling adventure Sherlock Holmes has been sent to live in Oxford to focus on his education. But something strange is happening in the university pathology labs. Body parts are being stolen from corpses and are being posted one by one to an address in London. What can these sinister goings-on mean, and what message is someone trying to send? In an attempt to find out, Sherlock follows the trail to a very sinister house deep in the countryside. Can he get to the bottom of another baffling mystery? Sherlock Holmes: think you know him? Think again.
your brother is hesitant to describe.’ ‘That is so.’ ‘And, given those two postulates, the conclusion is that your brother wishes me to prepare you for the rigours of university life by tutoring you privately for a period of time, until I feel you are ready.’ ‘That,’ Sherlock said carefully, ‘is, I believe, my brother’s intent.’ ‘Very well. Can I presume that you have studied at least a little m-m-mathematics during your incomplete schooling?’ ‘I did.’ ‘What can you remember? Did you, for
Without thinking he pulled his hand away, but his weight was too far forward and he fell into the glass and wood of the skylight. Into, and through. The skylight broke under his weight, and he fell head first into the room below. The metal autopsy table was directly beneath it. If he hit it he would probably break something – most likely his skull. He desperately twisted his body, trying to catch the edge of the skylight with his foot. He managed to hook the toe of his boot over the wood, and
the pond inside without moving from this spot or uttering a word to anyone else?’ Sherlock considered. ‘I would believe you, but I wouldn’t know how to begin.’ Dodgson bent and picked a stone up from the ground. He handed it to Sherlock. ‘Here, throw this st-st-stone over the wall.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘I am sure. Throw it.’ ‘But it’s the Master’s garden!’ ‘He won’t mind. I’m always throwing st-st-stones into it.’ Sherlock looked dubiously at Dodgson. ‘Well, if you’re sure.’ ‘Trust me. Throw
obscuring it in darkness, and Sherlock again heard a key being used. Moments later the shape headed back to the gates of the lodge. It paused there, and at that moment a ray of sunlight penetrated between two chimney pots on top of the house and illuminated the shape from behind. Whoever it was, they were bundled up in a thick leather coat and wearing a leather hat pulled down low over their face. Judging by the position of the top of their head, Sherlock reckoned they were somewhere near seven
possessions that might have helped Sherlock get a handle on Mrs McCrery’s personality, although he had already begun to develop an opinion. He walked over to the fire and bent down to stroke the cat. Best to start making friends straight away, he thought. He ran his hand over the cat’s back, brushing it from head to tail. It didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it didn’t even seem to notice. Possibly it was fast asleep, but it didn’t seem to be breathing: its sides were stationary, rather than going in