How old were you when you discovered Sherlock?
As part of the Classics For Kids series international best-selling author Mark Williams is proud to present the first of the Sherlock Holmes short story adaptations: The Blue Carbuncle.
Come join Holmes and Watson as they solve the mystery of the blue carbuncle in a child-friendly, twenty-first century English and with the seamier side of Victorian life left out.
Ideal for children of all ages to get started with the world's most famous detective.
The Classics For Kids series has only been recently released, but is proving popular with parents looking for a child-friendly introduction to the world's most famous detective.
London, England. 1889.
It was Boxing Day, the day after Christmas Day, as I made my way carefully through the icy London streets. A cold wind blew light, fluffy snowflakes about and I hoped it wouldn’t snow too heavily that afternoon.
The streets were icy and slippery and I found it easier to walk on the straw strewn across the road than on the pavements. By the time I got to my destination I was absolutely freezing. It was high time I bought myself a new coast and gloves!
I stomped my boots on the first of the stone steps outside 221b Baker Street, so I would not traipse ice and grit into Mrs. Hudson’s hallway. It had been some time since I had lived here, sharing an apartment with my dear friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and I still had a key, so I unlocked the door and let myself in.
“Mrs. Hudson!” I shouted through to the kitchen where I knew the lady of the house would be busy. Partly as a courtesy to let her know I was here; more in the hope she would see me shivering and offer a warm pot of tea.
Which of course she did, bless her.
“Merry Christmas, Dr. Watson,” Mrs. Hudson said as she came into the hallway, wiping floury hands on her flowery apron. “My, you look quite frozen. Hurry yourself along up to Mr. Holmes this instant and I shall bring you both a pot of steaming hot tea.”
“That would be most welcome, Mrs. Hudson,” I said.
“And just look at my floury hands,” the landlady went on. “Why, Dr. Watson, you must surely have known I was making your favourite scones today. The first batch will be coming out of the oven in no time.”
“Splendid, Mrs. Hudson,” I said. “Splendid. And with a pat of fresh butter and your wonderful home-made strawberry jam, of course.”
“Of course,” chuckled Mrs. Hudson.
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Dutch
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Translated by Ynze Bakker
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French
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German
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Author review: Started out great then translator disappeared without trace. |
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Italian
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Translated by Roberta Rossi
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Portuguese
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Author review: Excellent! Very reliable and competent translator! |
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Spanish
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Translated by Monica Cruz
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Author review: Excellent service on all scores! Will be happy to use this translator for further works in the series! |
