Discovered Sherlock Holmes fragment, fresh.

Let's talk some speculative potential adventure for Sherlock Holmes, shall we?

First, Watson will narrate:

"It was the week before my marriage, when wedding plans were being made in earnest and the job of the groom was simply to stay as far away from the process as a close companion might take him. In my case, that companion was my friend Sherlock Holmes, and the place was Yorkshire, where . . . "

Now, we want to start hitting some triggers here, so let's get right to the big guns:

". . . Inspector Lestrade had recently found a calling card upon the body of an ill-fated Beowulf scholar. The name upon that calling card, which was at that time unknown to me apart from the quite familiar surname, was that of "Mr. Mycroft Holmes."

Okay, so we have Lestrade for familiarity, Mycroft for intrigue, and Beowulf for something new to the lore. But why? Why are we going through this exercise, repeated by so many writers for decades?

Why, indeed. But Holmes needs to do something detective-y now, so we'll have to ponder that later.

"Sherlock Holmes had spent a full hour in the gardener's shed of Crosswick Manor, which was notable in that no gardener had been employed at the old country house for nearly a decade. He had instructed me to go carefully over every inch of the staircase upon which Professor Melbury was found with that fatal secateurs wound having pierced his femoral artery."

Sadly, that sounds like someone was just playing Clue and reporting their game-winning theory. We need something remarkable about this case to put in the title, like some podcast waiting for the one clever line they can sell their episode with.

"When Holmes emerged from the shed, he was not alone. Wrapped in his great wool coat and protectively shepherded with one arm was what looked to be a creature of some woodland fairy tale, an unnaturally pale creature with large eyes and a crown of holly and ivy. Holmes was speaking to this curious being in a tongue I did not recognize, save for the name 'Watson' which caused the creature to nod in a seeming wise agreement."

Now we're talking. "The Adventure of the Yorkshire Faerie" or somesuch will make a great title, before Sherlock ruins it all by explaining that he/she/they are an albino from Andorra who . . . well, we can't give alway all the goods at this point, can we?

"'Watson, I trust I can commend our new friend to your care, and that you will not allow Lestrade to take this poor soul into custody in my absence,' Holmes said, and as soon as the remarkable creature under his arm seemed comfortable standing beside me, was off and down the lane toward the main road."

Yes, yes, Holmes and Watson need to interact more, but this seems to be an outline of sorts. And actually, it's just a before-bed ramble at the keyboard, so any hopes of this being solved in this blog post are pretty non-existent and a hope for another day.

So with that . . . .

Poof!