Sherlock Holmes And The Strange Death of Brigadier-General Delves
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It's 1898. Kismet brings about a chance reunion at a London club between
Dr. Watson and Colonel “Maiwand Mike” Fenlon, former military comrades from
their Northwest Frontier days and the desperate Battle of Maiwand. A week later
an urgent cable seeking Sherlock Holmes's help arrives from the Bailiwick of
Guernsey, a British Crown Dependency 30 miles off the coast of Normandy. A
retired high-ranking British Indian Army officer who commanded the troops at
Maiwand has dropped dead. Colonel Fenlon is in a holding cell awaiting trial
for his murder.
What role in the Brigadier-General's death was played by a phial of
patent medicine developed in India to treat cholera? Why are Colonel Fenlon's
forefinger and thumbprint on the neck of the phial when he swears he has never
seen it before?
Above all, why is Fenlon refusing to enter a plea or even to tell his
Defence counsel what took place the evening the Brigadier-General dropped dead?
About the Author
Tim Symonds was born in London. He grew up in Somerset, Dorset and the British Crown Dependency of Guernsey. After several years farming on the slopes of Mt. Kenya and working on the Zambezi River in Central Africa, he emigrated to the United States. He studied at Göttingen, in Germany, and the University of California, Los Angeles, graduating Phi Beta Kappa. He is a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society. Detective novels by the author include - Sherlock Holmes And The Mystery Of Einstein's Daughter, Sherlock Holmes And The Case Of The Bulgarian Codex, Sherlock Holmes And The Dead Boer At Scotney Castle, Sherlock Holmes And The Sword Of Osman, Sherlock Holmes And The Nine-Dragon Sigil, Sherlock Holmes And The Strange Death of Brigadier-General Delves, and The Torso at Highgate Cemetery and other Sherlock Holmes stories.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone