The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes are publicized in Strand Magazine!
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes are a collection of short stories, written by Iris Watson under the pen name of John H. Watson. They feature in Strand Magazine, a publication in England, and are retellings of a number of Sherlock Holmes' cases. Susato Mikotoba is a fan, and regularly gets Strand Magazine shipped to Japan to read the stories. Iris has admitted on one occasion that she tends to ignore the truth behind the real life cases, to make it more "dramatic", proclaiming that excitement is all a part of it's fiction.
"It's coming!" Holmes' cry pierced through the thick wall of fog around us. Wisps of vapor flowed over the pistol as I cocked it, and I waited breathlessly in the stillness. The silences lasted for what seemed an eternity until, at last, it appeared. From the shadows of the cloud, an enormous beast sprang out upon us. A hound it was, but not such a hound as any mortal had ever seen. It eyes glowed with a smoldering glare and the whole of its ox-sized body was outlined in white hot flames. Its panting caused the ground to quake and its hideous howl -- so terrified was I that I began to tremble with fear. "Look well, Watson!" Holmes declared gasping upon the mystical beast. "For this! This is the diabolical Hound of the Baskervilles!"
Iris Watson wrote this story after reading about a case from Holmes' past where a serial killer used a dog to kill its victims.
In a corner of that small, dark room, Holmes and I waited with bated breath. In time, there came from the ventilation a hiss and a soft almost growl-like sound. Suddenly, Holmes sprang into action, tackling furiously with his cane at a point in the darkness. "You see it, Watson?" he yelled, his tense voice reverberating through the air. I raised my dark lantern's shutter, and the room slowly came into view. Holmes was staring intensely at one particular corner when he started whispering to me, The victim's most perplexing, final words --'the speckled band'-- "I believe this is the terrible coil to which she referenced, Watson!" In front of us with an enormous adder, its fangs bared as it threatened to strike. It truly was the most terrible 'speckled band' I had ever seen.
In this case, Holmes read the journal of Kazuma Asōgi on the S.S. Alaclaire. It said Asōgi witnessed a speckled band before he died. Holmes deduced that Piroshko, the pet snake of Mitrov Stroganov was the culprit of the death. But Asōgi actually saw a cat toy from Nikomina Borschevic who accidentally knocked him out. Nonetheless, Iris decided to make the real culprit an Indian snake anyway because it's just a story.
The Adventure of the Schoolgirl who was Stabbed in the Back Edit
"I begin to think, Watson" said Holmes, turning his languidly in my direction, "that there is more to this case than what we have observed. Indeed, that there may be another part to this story that have yet to discover." His eyes wandered, following the steam rising from his cup of tisane to the memory of that snowy evening in his mind-- to the young lady, collapsed on a path along Briar Road, and to the knife in her back. Lit in the soft glow of the gas lamps, a most extraordinary scene has been set, and under the cover of a light fog, the curtain had risen silently on the insoluble mystery of our invisible killer.
This case was based on The Adventure of the Clouded Kokoro, where a woman named Viridian Green was found collapsed on Briar Road with a knife in her back. Although she survived after a few days, the culprit appeared to be invisible in the fog. Japanese exchange student, Sōseki Natsume, was passing by and was arrested by Sherlock Holmes for the assault. Fellow Japanese attorney Naruhodō defended him and revealed that the body was moved by a policeman named Patrick O'Malley and Natsume's landlady named Joan Garrideb, who also worked as a maid, threw the knife accidentally hitting Green. This was only the first part of the two part story Iris intended to write.
The Adventure of the Mustached Man Cursed by a Death Row Inmate Edit
It was a ghastly tale of a winter's night... one of an invisible killer and their crime on a footpath along Briar Road. As the victim lay at death's door, the mystery of just who had stabbed the young lady from behind had been resolved. But no sooner had my friend saved that Eastern Exchange student from his harrowing plight, that in the dim, flickering shadows of gaslight did a second bizarre crime rend the stillness of that very night. I daresay most can still recall that sensational headlines of the day.
"Haunted Apartment of Death"
"The Condemned Criminal's Curse"
"The Dread Demon of Coal Gas"
Yet, though the Great Detective had at once discerned the truth upon his arrival at the scene, it only proved to be the overture that announced the rising of the curtains of a most tragic play.
This case was based on The Memoirs of the Clouded Kokoro, where a notorious criminal from Manchester named Selden was rumored to have put a curse on the boarding house he used to live in. Ever since his death, the flames on the gas stove in his room go out and the room fills with gas. This led people to believe that Selden's ghost now lurks in his former flat and will kill all future residents via strangling. But the truth is, William Petenshy, the lodger in the flat below, was blowing into the gas pipe to try and scare away residents. Selden actually hid a thousand pound treasure in the room and promised Petenshy it because he took care of him in jail. Holmes refused this story to be wrote about because the treasure turned out to be the dog collar Balmung, the Professor's murderous hound, wore. Iris did write about it but just didn't publish it, she and Naruhodō were later requested to look over it by Susato Mikotoba
Glancing over my records of the late last century, I am faced by the event of a certain, bitter winter. A murder in a carriage as it ran through dense London fog in the dead of night-- Though the victim and the perpetrator were the only ones inside, there were multiple witnesses to the crime itself. However, none could have imagined at the time that such a seemingly obvious case as this would end in such a horrendous manner. My friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, once said of the incident, "I believe that perhaps that case was indeed the 'prelude'-- the beginning of a long concerto that impressive Japanese exchange student I were to play together.
The grand, end-of-the-creativity Great Exhibition of London -- surely, there is not a soul who had not heard of it. Wonderful new worlds of culture and industry from every country of the globe had conversed on Hyde Park then. Welcoming over fifty million visitors, the last great launch of this century, astonished and delighted people of all nations, and ended on a note of astounding success. But, as regards to the terrible catastrophe that occurred luring the festivities, very few are yet sure that my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, had a hand in unraveling the whole matter. For from the shadows, it was he who earnestly unearthed the facts of the case. And like the so called symbol of the Great Exhibition which rose high into the sheik of Hyde Park, Holmes brilliant deductions -- as clear and lofty as the Crystal Tower itself -- brought the truth to light.
Pipe in hand, Holmes looked down at the thick, rolling fog outside our window. "I wonder exactly how many mysteries are out there, hidden within this bed of fog," he said. Indeed, a most bizarre incident born of a curious advertisement ... a hell hound's mad gallop through the shadows of a serial murder, an executed man's graveyard resurrection in the dead of night ... and a commonplace killing in a small, forgotten room at the edge of town. There is, actually, always another side to every case that nobody knows of. "And it is that other side which compelled me to the scene of the crime, Watson. So, quickly now. Take your hat and let's be on our way, partner. For our adventure isn't over yet. Come! The game is afoot!"
Ryūnosuke Naruhodō has read one of the stories about how one of Holmes' client was the king of Bohemia. When Yūjin Mikotoba was found passed out, Holmes mistook for that client as well being the king of Germany. A boy who visited the World's Fair, Gotts, was said to be the king's son.