THE WASHINGTON POST – In his sonnet 221B, Vincent Starrett describes Sherlock Holmes and Dr John H Watson as two men “who never lived and so can never die”. Certainly the great sleuth and his chronicler are among the most vividly realised fictional characters of all time.
There’s a passage in Laurie R King’s The Game – one of her Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes novels – that charmingly shows this. Sherlock and Mary have been summoned by the detective’s older brother Mycroft, the sedentary denizen of the Diogenes Club who “sometimes is the British government”. One of the spymaster’s best agents, Kimball O’Hara, has gone missing in India. Mary – suddenly remembering “Kim” and its hero’s full name – exclaims, “He’s real then? Kipling’s boy?” To which Sherlock replies, “As real as I am.”
The detective and his chronicler Dr Watson seem very real in The Devil’s Due, the third in Bonnie MacBird’s ongoing series of Sherlockian mysteries, following hard upon Art in the Blood and Unquiet Spirits.
In this latest, Holmes and Watson must discover why some of London’s most notable philanthropists are being killed in macabre ways. A shipbuilding magnate named Anson is found drowned – in his bed.
A fabric manufacturer named Benjamin hangs himself with a twisted strip from a bolt of cloth. A famous opera baritone, known for his immense lung power, succumbs to an exotic poison that prevents him from breathing.
Early on, Sherlock realises – shades of Agatha Christie’s The ABC Murders! – that the victims are being dispatched in alphabetical order. He also learns that all of them belonged to an exclusive society called the Luminarians, founded by two brothers, the dandiacal James and Andrew Goodwin. Might membership in the Luminarians be the key to the mystery?
While solving the Alphabet Murders provides the main thrust of The Devil’s Due, MacBird adds plenty of subsidiary action: Anarchist bomb threats, a newspaper smear campaign in which Holmes is vilified as the Devil incarnate, a knife attack on a former prostitute in the care of the beautiful Lady Eleanor Gainsborough and increasing police brutality by Scotland Yard’s sadistic Titus Billings. Everything is seamlessly tied together in a double-whammy climax.
Mystery story addicts, though, may have guessed the secret behind the killings even before that climax. Still, MacBird’s artistry will keep even those readers eagerly turning the pages just to see how she orchestrates the big reveal.
All in all, The Devil’s Due strikes me as one of the best Sherlock Holmes novels of recent memory, at least as entertaining as Anthony Horowitz’s The House of Silk. In her future books, I hope MacBird lets us see even more of Holmes’ female Baker Street Irregular, the street-smart, half-Irish, half-Jewish cockney Hephzibah O’Malley. The teenage Heffie steals every scene she’s in.
Back in 1974, Nicholas Meyer’s The Seven Per-Cent Solution sent Holmes and Watson hurrying to Vienna for a consultation with Dr Sigmund Freud.
That book was tremendously successful and two sequels followed, The West End Horror in 1976 and The Canary Trainer in 1993. But after scripting the big-screen version of The Seven Per-Cent Solution, Meyer largely turned his energies to writing and directing films, notably several in the Star Trek franchise, starting with 1982’s The Wrath of Khan.
Now, after a great hiatus, Meyer returns with The Adventure of the Peculiar Protocols. Note that otherwise bland title’s distinctly ominous last word: In the novel Holmes and Watson must discover the perpetrator of an infamous anti-Semitic screed, the notorious “Protocols of the Elders of Zion”.
Initially, readers will feel right at home with this Holmes. When the detective and Watson are dining at a fancy restaurant, Mycroft waddles over and, after quickly surveying the table, declares, “What a pity your waiter’s wife has abandoned him and their two children in favour of a groom in the stables of the Life Guards.” To which Sherlock immediately counters, “Household Cavalry,” then adds, “And she only left after he joined the ranks of Italian anarchists.”
As is his practice, Meyer introduces several real-life characters into the story – Russian translator Constance Garnett, the chemist and Zionist Chaim Weizmann, writer Israel Zangwill and free-spirited Anna Strunsky Walling, one of the co-founders of the NAACP.
The search for the author of the “Protocols” eventually takes Holmes, Watson and Walling on a railway journey into czarist Russia, the land of pogroms and secret police. Apart from some fine Sherlockian flourishes, though, the novel often feels talky and perhaps unavoidably somber and portentous, its action slowed by infodumps about Zionism and prejudice, as well as several saccharine scenes featuring Watson’s wife.