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A professor at a top university seeks Holmes'
help with a possible case of cheating in a valuable scholarship exam.
A former mental patient and a deformed eccentric conspire in a fantastic plot.
A young clerk lands what appears to be an ideal job - but soon begins to suspect he may be part of an elaborate trick.
- Length: 21 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Crime
A man investigates an increasingly common phenomenon involving carnivorous lambs with a highly developed sense of justice.
When Mr. Charles McCarthy is shot in a wood near Boscombe Pool, all (circumstantial) evidence appears to point at his son. But Holmes has doubts.
Holmes helps a banker from whom some expensive gems, taken as security on a loan to an important client, have been stolen.
Deeply pessimistic tale about what in life holds value.
An uncle tries to interest his young nephews in some experimental non-violent toys.
A sweet-voiced but lonely bird finds refuge with an isolated statue.
A chance meeting brings back memories of a difficult childhood.
A frightened railway signal-man is plagued by premonitions of distasters.
A wooden owl prompts change in a quiet woman's life.
Description of a dysfunctional family's evenings. Contains strong language.
Classic fable. Moral: Do not trust flatterers.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
Detective Inspector Dave Box entered the room: an elderly man sat motionless in a wheelchair in a blue dressing gown open at his pale chest, revealing sparse hairs and a plastic tube entering the bottom of his throat.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
Olly Rice had given his life to literature, but what had literature given him? A wound in the head that oozed something worse than blood or brain matter.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
