The Three Locks: Book 4 (A Sherlock Holmes Adventure)

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There are now a number of Catholic churches in the Cambridge area, and Google Maps reveals the following in the present day: Thanks to its sheltered location Loch Achray is popular with swimmers and anglers. The loch is home to brown trout as well as pike, perch and salmon. Look out for woodland and water-based wildlife, too, such as red and roe deer, red squirrels and maybe even a red kite flying above or an osprey fishing on one of the lochs. There are car parks, trails, toilets and picnic spots along the way. Toilets with accessible facilities can be found at Loch Drunkie car park. The toilets are burn fed and as such, can take some time to refill when there is high usage. The doll in question most likely had a bisque head and arms, real hair, and a soft cloth body. The photo at right shows a doll manufactured by Simon & Halbig, a pre-eminient German doll company, in 1899. She has a distinctive face, and one can well imagine such a doll could be commissioned to look like a specific little girl. Throughout the book, starting with the doll with the broken arm (that was never explained fully IIRC), Holmes is convinced that Dillie is in mortal danger. He seems certain that he has missed something with her case. But, here’s the thing: he hasn’t. She was never in danger! Leo & Deacon both loved her and would never have harmed her. The rich kid was marrying her for political reasons, but seemed to generally like her. Her sister spied on her for fun (and because she was nuts). Her dad was an abusive a-hole but this was not a direct threat.

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Many Victorian ladies carried a “reticule”, an often beaded, sometimes fringed purse with a drawstring opening or sometimes a metal clasp. Although they were typically smallish, they ranged in size from very tiny, perhaps for a handkerchief, to quite large. Madame Borelli’s had to be large enough to carry her gruesome evidence for Holmes’s inspection. Perhaps it matches one of those in this illustration: Judging from the women’s tennis costume of the time, one can well imagine Dillie preferring male dress for sport. A 1890 Tennis suit in cotton Theories that Greek and Roman statues were “classically all white” and that Egyptian statues (like that of Queen Nefertiti, to the right) were painted—supposedly an indicator of cultural differences—are simply wrong. It’s just that the paint survived more easily in the dry climates of desert countries. While Beretta is one of the oldest gun-making firms in the world, Madame Borelli’s pistol in this scene could not have been one. The company began manufacturing its first semi-automatic pistol thirty years later, in 1915, similar to the one pictured below: I enjoy this series and I generally enjoyed this book. The author’s pastiche is well-written and appropriately reverential. That said, there are some bonkers ridiculous plot twists in this one that I’d like to point out.

Madame Borelli would have been much more likely to have taken aim with a Derringer, of convenient size and perhaps an elegant design, such as the one below from 1866, some years before our story. The author uses Victorian Society to show us how men had so much control over the women in the lives, foe example Madam Borelli designs all of her husbands illusions bet he takes all the credit for them and often abuses he for his faults. It is also shown how a young girl is nothing without a man and the lengths one must go to to like their own life. The story is filled with colorful, memorable characters. The atmosphere of the year, with the oppressive heat, is excellent as well. The writing is reminiscent of Doyle's work, as I mentioned before. My only concern would be that I didn't realize that this is the fourth in a series. There are details that obviously come from earlier books that influence choices, such as Watson's mother drowning, and that Watson had a twin sister, Rose, who...also drowned. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was unexpected. The precise restaurant located on Dorset Street (presumably the Dorset Street nearest Baker Street) is unknown, but a wonderful small Italian restaurant can be found there today, namely Anacapri, one of the author's favourites, pictured below with tables set out al fresco in the warm weather. The book starts with a note from the author about how a mysterious ‘Lydia’ delivered a cache of previously unpublished tales written by Dr Watson – setting the tone for what’s to follow.

It may be that Watson’s Nineteenth and early Twentieth Century readers were not ready to embrace a gallery of strong, assertive women who transcend the roles and constraints assigned them in Victorian England. (Watson, while he lived, allowed his readers a glimpse of only one such creature, THE woman, Irene Adler).