The Best and Wisest Man - Being A Reprint of the Reminiscences of Mrs. Mary Watson, née Morstan
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1888: Dr. John H. Watson, Army Corps surgeon turned colleague of the celebrated consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, decides not to assist in future cases as he is engaged to Mary Morstan. 1926: Mary Forrester discovers her mother's diary, covering the years 1889 to 1893 - her marriage to Watson. What occurred in those years? How was the quintessential male friendship of Holmes and Watson seen through a woman's eyes? How stable was a marriage where Watson was liable to abandon Mary at Holmes's summons? Who, ultimately, was Mary Morstan - a figure seldom referred to in Arthur Conan Doyle's sixty Holmes stories? This blend of fact and fiction sheds light on a virtually unexplored dimension of the Great Detective's exploits. It is a perspective Sherlock Holmes -who elevated "true, cold reason ... above all things" - would probably not appreciate. But for all its warmth and irrationality, there is just as much truth in the heart.
“I cannot help but agree. Is there anything you can do though? Any hint of experience from dealing with Holmes?” “It all depends on the case. For Holmes, the dependency was a weakness, but one he was able to hold remarkably in check. That mind, Mary - that marvellous brain of his. Though it was the cause of the affliction, it at least prevented him from succumbing to the full, pathetic decline that Isa so fully embodies.” As far as I knew, the other reason Holmes had given up his cocaine - the
but off to the side, to effect change from the background.” A fellow scholar, John Clay - a peer of the realm who was sent to jail by Holmes’s chicanery - said, “Professor Moriarty had great ambitions. It is a great sorrow to me that he never had the opportunity to leave his mark on the world as he ought to have. Mark my words, the scope of his vision would have created a great change that would have reverberated across all England.” I appreciate such words, but as you may imagine, they are a
Colonel Moriarty, he has been advised to delay publication until January of next year. 17 July - My illness, which seemed to have left me for a while, has returned with a vengeance. Having been bed-ridden for a few days now, James has now insisted on a medical examination. He is chiding himself for taking so long at it, but he has been extremely distracted professionally, and in my defence I have concealed my ever-increasing infirmity with expertise. It seems a trifle perverse to hide symptom
Whatever my reasoning, I pored over these details. I recalled how deeply Father had mourned her, and how empty his life seemed without her and Holmes. I intimately knew and felt his fragility, his need for support. In some ways, he was more vulnerable than Mother in that regard. A quiet stoicism had entered into her early, from her lifelong isolation and her travelling. Perhaps it concealed sadness and regret, but it gave the impression of a strong constitution in its own way. Father was never a
possible interest might breach some professional code of ethics. Furthermore, perhaps he would regard my interest as a mere infatuation. I thought of Mrs. Forrester - as amusing as she was, there was something perhaps partly tragic about her interest in Holmes. Though she concealed it in badinage, there was clearly a longing that she felt since her husband Cecil’s death. When I mentioned her name to Holmes when we first met, he betrayed only the briefest flicker of recognition. His passion was