‘For the Lancet!’ said Guy, putting his forefingers to his temples and speaking in a mediumistic monotone. ‘Dear me, no! What an interesting proposition – a sort of piece work, you mean? A bushel of measles equals a week’s rent? No, I’m afraid it’s nothing so lucrative. ‘Medical work by contract, sir?’ asked Max politely ‘I didn’t know that was the custom – is it so many patients per month, or something?’ĭr Watson laughed heartily.
‘Also, I have work to clear which must be completed shortly, as I’m bound by contract.’ ‘Thank you Mr Fareham,’ said Watson, accepting. Was this wife at the seaside sophisticated and understanding, he wondered, or just ignorant and rather dense? Guy stopped playing with the melting ice cubes, and Max hastily offered the Doctor a cigarette. Click here or leave a message in the Comments below, to obtain a review copy of the book Excerpt
A few streets away, amateur spy Louis la Rothiere is gloating over his latest cache which may, just may, turn out to be the scoop of a lifetime.Īn apparently straightforward case of domestic pilfering is about to take an unexpected turn involving blackmail, mistaken identity, War Office documents and the love that dare not speak its name – and for once, Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson find themselves repeatedly and hilariously wrong-footed. Meanwhile below stairs, clever, streetwise Madeleine Peterson is hatching a scheme to lift herself out of domestic service and her brother Michael out of prostitution. Guy Clements, spoilt, rich and charming, has invited his friend Max Fareham to spend a month of hedonistic leisure at his London residence.
Guy and Max were a triumph and the real stars of this show.” – Ailbhe
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