Holmes and Watson End Peace: A Novel of Sherlock Holmes
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1915. Sherlock Holmes to Watson: 'Stand with me here upon the terrace for it may be the last quiet talk that we shall ever have'. 1929. A small hospital somewhere in Dorset. An ante-room off a dimly lit corridor. It is night and there is not even the smallest amount of light penetrating the room. In the room itself a dim light enables us to see a figure in a bed. The pipes, tubes and all the trappings we associate with keeping someone alive have been removed. The man, for it is a man, lies prone and still. Still, but not silent. 1929 The last quiet talk.
“That’ll teach you. Matron will be on the warpath if we don’t watch it, I have to see to Mr Spriggs yet again, if only we had a ten gallon bed pan it would make my job a lot easier.” “All my lot are snoring their heads off, apart from Dr Watson who’s talking his head off. Just fancy, hardly a peep out of him for weeks then off he goes chattering away to himself like he’s demented or something, poor old boy.” “Lucy, I dare you to move his chair back to the bed and let Matron find it,
my early clients, was kind enough to offer up as his reward for my assistance, tokens which could be exchanged for square meals at Willoughby’s in Great Russell Street.” “They were hard times for you, Holmes. Could you not have appealed to your brother for help?” “My pride would not allow it and besides our relationship was still strained, markedly more so than when you first met Mycroft. He had his own life and was making his way in government circles where they recognised his genius
“One of the drawings of the Ripper based on an eye-witness description looked exactly like me. Thurston ribbed me over it for some time.” “I am sure that an enterprising writer of the future will decide that indeed you were the Ripper, Watson!” “What a ridiculous notion, Holmes.” “I do not believe so and if it’s any consolation to you, I will be tarred with the same brush myself.” “Do you really think so?” “Yes, I do.” “Holmes?” “Yes, Watson?” “I
wiped out in such an abomination. I would hope that future conflicts would be settled through diplomatic circles, by discourse and reasoning instead of bullets.” “I doubt such a time will ever come. Avaricious nations will always seek to control lesser ones and man’s propensity for violence will always bring such disputes to a state of war. And if politics and greed do not divide then religion surely will.” “Will not greater and more efficient communication and travel between nations
back into the carnage and human wastage we saw then.” “I would not be too sure, Watson. Mankind’s propensity for warring and destroying each other seems to know no bounds.” “The destruction I saw first-hand during the Afghan campaign was more than enough for me. Is it naive of an old man to cling to the hope that all nations may yet learn to live in peace and harmony?” “I fear it is, but it is a desire expressed by so many that perhaps one day it will come about.” “Amen to