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THE THREE LOCKS

A SHERLOCK HOLMES ADVENTURE

Bonnie MacBird

Copyright

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

This book is a new and original work of fiction featuring Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson, and other fictional characters that were first introduced to the world in 1887 by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, all of which are now in the public domain. The characters are used by the author solely for the purpose of story-telling and not as trademarks. This book is independently authored and published, and is not sponsored or endorsed by, or associated in any way with, Conan Doyle Estate, Ltd. or any other party claiming trademark rights in any of the characters in the Sherlock Holmes canon.

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Source ISBN: 9780008380830

Ebook Edition © March 2021 ISBN: 9780008380854

Version: 2021-01-06

Dedication

For

Miranda Andrews

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Prologue

PART ONE – THE BOX

1 The Box

2 Thwarted

3 You Left Me Hanging

4 New Skills

5 Madame Borelli

PART TWO – ENTANGLEMENT

6 Fingering the Threat

7 The Deacon

8 A Close Escape

9 Misdirection

10 A Lady’s Desire

PART THREE – THE DOLL

11 The Floating Doll

12 The Wyndhams

13 Polly

14 Atalanta

15 Bloom Where You Are Planted

16 An Uneasy Alliance

PART FOUR – STRANGE MAGIC

17 Smell the Roses

18 Buttons Unbuttoned

19 Those Men! Those Women!

20 The Mind Reader

21 The Tables Turned

22 Danger in the Doldrums

PART FIVE – THE TUMBLERS

23 The Story Collector

24 Two for One

25 The Cauldron of Death

26 The How and the Why

27 Vanished

PART SIX – THE SETUP

28 The Spinning House

29 The Lady in the Lock

30 Freddie Eden-Summers

31 Leo Vitale

32 Lucifer’s Lights

PART SEVEN – ILLUSIONS

33 A Palpable Hit

34 Just a Bodkin

35 The Pawnshop

36 A Holy Place

37 The Sinner

PART EIGHT – THE UNLOCKING

38 Rescue

39 Gaol

40 Church and State

41 A Spot of Trouble

42 The Prestige

43 221B

Acknowledgements

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About the Author

Also by Bonnie MacBird

About the Publisher

Prologue

When a mysterious woman going by the name of ‘Lydia’ offered me a cache of unpublished tales written by Dr John H. Watson some years ago, I was astonished to discover previously unknown adventures he had shared with the master detective – and his most admirable and unusual friend – Mr Sherlock Holmes.

It soon became apparent that there was a reason within each of these newly discovered tales for Watson not to have made them public at the time he released the others. By ‘the others’, of course I mean those which were brought to light by Arthur Conan Doyle. Dr Doyle’s precise role in these, be it literary agent or in some way promoter, remains buried in the sands of time.

Without giving the story away in advance, I can conjecture that both Dr Watson and Sherlock Holmes may have had cause to delay release of the tale which follows – or in Holmes’s case, to disapprove entirely of its publication.

I hope the reader – and Dr Watson and Mr Holmes, wherever they dwell at present, either in heaven or as motes of stardust – will forgive me for deciding to put forward this story now, one which has been locked away for more than a hundred and thirty years.

—Bonnie MacBird

London, December 2020

PART ONE

THE BOX

‘By the pricking of my thumbs

Something wicked this way comes.

Open, Locks,

Whoever knocks.’

—William Shakespeare,

Macbeth

CHAPTER 1

The Box

It was late September of 1887, and an unusually hot Indian Summer. For two weeks London had suffocated with furnace-like temperatures, keeping me indoors for days. The blinding heat on Baker Street rose from the pavement in shimmering waves, the stench of refuse and horse droppings adding to the misery. Only the hordes of raucous city-dwellers, whom I knew were flocking to the seaside with their dripping ice creams and shouting children, prevented me from fleeing to Brighton or Cornwall with them.

My name is Dr John Watson, and at age thirty-five I was six years into sharing both rooms and many adventures with my friend, the remarkable consulting detective, Mr Sherlock Holmes.

But sadly, Holmes seemed to have forsaken my company of late. I had seen little of him for three weeks. I longed for a distraction from the misery of this weather. Not only had he not invited me on his recent escapades, but he had dismissed my questions with a petulant wave of his hand.

When Holmes did not wish to reveal something, no cajoling, guesswork or sleuthing could prise it free. He likewise kept his personal history, which I always suspected to be tinged with the dramatic, locked away as securely as any treasure stored in a bank vault. But even I have a few secrets of my own.

Locks, after all, are in place for a reason – whether privacy, security … or safety.

It happened that a locked and deadly secret played a key role in each of the two cases – and a puzzle of my own – which