MX Publishing
Featuring: Sherlock Holmes; Antonio Barlucci; John Watson
ISBN: 1780928181 EAN: 9781780928180 Kindle: B012WQ8L28 Paperback / e-Book Add to Wish List
Sherlock Holmes is now a country squire who has retired to Sussex to tend to his bees and write monographs. He hadn't written to his friend Dr. Watson in a few months, so when the post brings news from Holmes, Watson is pleasantly surprised. But Holmes has more than a few banalities to tell his old comrade: bodies have been surfacing near the coast of Newfoundland, drained of blood, but there's no trace of a shipwreck. Holmes fears their old nemesis, Baron Barlucci, after laying low for over two decades, is up to no good again. Barlucci is a painful thorn in Holmes' side. The Baron is the only villain the great detective hasn't captured, and of course, Dr. Watson must sail with Holmes to Manhattan Island, where more bodies have been found.
SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE RETURN OF THE WHITECHAPEL VAMPIRE is not the pastiche I thought it might have been, but the almost real deal. Right from the opening paragraphs, I was overjoyed because I felt I was reading a brand new Conan Doyle mystery. Being a die-hard fan of the original, I then became wary: could a modern author be successful in this tremendous undertaking? The answer is a resounding yes! SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE RETURN OF THE WHITECHAPEL VAMPIRE is more than an homage to Conan Doyle: Mr. Turnbloom essentially captures everything that is Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson but makes it his own, without the reader ever having the impression of the author "trying"; never does the author endeavour to copy, but he in fact prolongs the formidable legacy of Conan Doyle. Mr. Turnbloom's writing is eloquent and vivid, he captures the early twentieth century as accurately as a photograph, the tone is impeccable, the dialogues and the banter are entirely evocative of Conan Doyle's, and Holmes and Watson are exactly how they should be. The pacing is perfect, and the story is as gripping as any Sherlock Holmes book.
If I have one regret it's not knowing that SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE RETURN OF THE WHITECHAPEL VAMPIRE was the third book in this series, and while obviously this installment can be read as a standalone, the previous books figure now on my to-be-read-pile because it is simply brilliant. SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE RETURN OF THE WHITECHAPEL VAMPIRE is absolutely splendid from beginning to end, and should be read by anyone who hasn't had enough of Sir Arthur's great detective, and everybody who likes a good mystery!
Bodies washing up along the eastern coast of New England
and
the mysterious grounding of a "ghost ship" near Manhattan
combine to bring Sherlock Holmes out of retirement to
resume
his pursuit of the villainous Baron Antonio Barlucci-the
Whitechapel Vampire. But when he arrives in London to
enlist
the assistance of Dr. Watson, the good doctor has
reservations.
It's been twenty-five years since Holmes and Watson
hunted
Barlucci, twenty-five years since they learned the baron
was
buried beneath a mountain of ice and snow. Has Holmes'
preoccupation with Barlucci driven him to see connections
where none exist? Have his powers of deduction gone stale
while in retirement? Has Watson's worst fear, that
Holmes'
obsession with the baron has unbalanced his finely tuned
psyche, come true? Sherlock Holmes and the Return of the
Whitechapel Vampire is the exciting finalรฉ to the
Whitechapel Vampire Trilogy. In this final chapter,
Holmes
must face more than evil. He must face his own mortality-
the
only certainty in an uncertain world.
EXCERPT
We got out of the cab and descended into the as yet
unfinished subway station. Holmes led the way into what
appeared a depthless abyss. Although at ground level this
section of the undergroundโsubway to the native New
Yorkersโhad a grand looking entrance with marble pilasters
and a rich looking stone staircase covered with an archway
of wrought iron, one did not have to travel far before the
light became thinner and the tunnel rough and unfinished. As
we descended I got the uncomfortable feeling of a fly
entering beneath a web.
At the bottom of the stairs we could see to the north that
this was the direction in which the main thrust of the
excavation work was concentrated. The work to this point had
consisted of excavating from above and covering over as the
excavation was completed, but from 53rd Street on for
approximately a mile the construction was being carried
forth in true tunneling fashion. The 42nd Street Underground
station was the last one prior to the beginning of the
tunnel construction. To the south the track was laid and the
tunnel was completely covered over, although the interior
was still unfinished relative to the fancy brickwork and
painting weโd witnessed in the completed lines. It was in
this, the southerly direction, where Holmes led.
After weโd gone no more than a hundred yards Holmes handed
me his match tin and held up the dark lantern while I
lighted it. What little illumination there was from the
subway entrance was fading fast, both with the distance
between us and it and with the approaching night. In another
hundred yards we would be completely at the mercy of the
darkness were it not for Holmesโ lantern. I followed closely
behind as Holmes quickened his pace. The air, which had been
thick and cloying with humidity when weโd entered the
station, had suddenly grown strangely cool, most probably
due to the increasing depth underground and perhaps the
proximity to the East River.
Since we had exited the hansom Holmes had barely spoken. Now
he turned and said, โJust ahead, weโll need to remove the
grating.โ He motioned to a large metal lattice structure
covering a ventilation duct. โEver since the police found
that Braden fellow at Grand Central, Iโve been studying the
ventilation system. This shaft connects to the one at Grand
Central, and if you look from this angle,โ he descended to
one knee, looking from the lower right-hand corner of the
grate into the shaft up towards the upper left, โyou can
just catch a glimpse of what may be a shelf upon which there
appears to be some clothing or rags. I believe this may be
where Barlucci has been hiding during the day.โ
โAh, yes, his nest didnโt you say?โ
โExactly. Give me a hand here, will you?โ He was busy prying
off the grate with a coach wrench heโd produced from under
his jacket. I took my handkerchief from my pocket and
removed my tie. Wrapping them around my hands as makeshift
gloves, I grabbed the lower edge of the grating pulling as
Holmes pried. It was extremely heavy and as it came loose,
it crashed to the ground.
โWell, if heโs in there, Iโm sure that woke him up. Thank you.โ
โMy pleasure,โ said I, feeling a little annoyed.
โQuite all right, I donโt think he was using this particular
nest today. Iโm hoping, however, he will return to it this
evening, or next. In the meantime, I shall search for others
during the day until I discover him. Now, take the lantern.
Iโll go first.โ He stepped up onto the ledge and entered.
The duct was of such size that once heโd entered past the
opening, he was nearly able to stand. But as he turned, the
twin overlapping doors of a steel ventilation damper slammed
shut.
โHolmes,โ I called. โHolmes, can you hear me.โ
After a brief silence he said, โYes, Watson, I can hear you.
And although I canโt see much, this appears to be some sort
of emergency damper meant to seal the shaft in the event gas
is detected.โ
โGas? I donโt smell anything.โ
โNor do I, but I suppose there is the chance the gas may be
odorless. In that event, I wouldnโt risk discussing this too
much further. The damper has a self-latching mechanism and I
think it would behoove each of us to vacate the area as best
we can.โ
โBut Holmes, I canโt leave you trapped like this.โ
โNonsense, Watson. You forget Iโve studied the ventilation
system in some detail. By the time you reach the street,
Iโll have found my own way out, most probably at a street
grating near the 42nd Street station.โ
โAre you certain?โ
โYes, now letโs waste no more time arguing the matter. If
there is a poisonous gas leak, the longer we tarry the
greater our peril.โ
โYes, yes, of course. Iโll await you at the station grate.โ
I felt like a villain, leaving my friend trapped in the
duct, but there was nothing I could do. I was also quite
aware that having studied the ducting, he would most
probably find his way out prior to my own escape. I hurried
back to the station, aided by the light of the dark lantern.
In just a few minutes Iโd emerged onto 42nd Street and made
my way to the grating just above the station. The rain had
stopped and the air was heavy and warm. After ten minutes
and no Holmes, I began to become worried.
It must have been time for a shift change in the tunneling
endeavor because just then a wagon loaded with workers drove
by in the direction of the dig. I hailed it and engaged the
foreman in coming to my aid. I explained that Holmes and I
had been investigating the ducting when the damper,
apparently triggered by a gas leak in the tunnel, had
slammed closed trapping my friend inside. He told me that
this was impossible since the dampers were not yet
connected. A panic consumed me as I realized Holmes must
have fallen into a trap.
The foreman and three of his crew followed me back into the
tunnel, back to where Holmes had disappeared. Using the
tools of their trade, the men worked on the damper, finally
prying it open. I raised the lantern Iโd only minutes before
taken from Holmes. Climbing inside, I called, โHolmes.โ He
was nowhere to be found. I was answered only by silence.
© 2003-2026