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Dr Watson reviews his tab at the Hound and Ferret

Dr Watson reviews his tab at the Hound and Ferret

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My Great Railway Journeys No.3

1 – Stolen Moments – During the hot Summer of 1888 I fell asleep on the mainline route to Sussex and when I awoke I discovered my wife’s wedding ring had been stolen. ¬†I accused everyone on the train of the theft and made all passengers¬†turn ¬†out their pockets and lift their hats. ¬†It was then that I realised I wasn’t even travelling with my wife and indeed hadn’t been married to her for over five years, while the wedding ring was last seen floating down the Thames towards Staines. Everyone took the news very well, showing remarkable sympathy for my situation, and I have to say that the fifty mile walk back via the Sussex Downs really made me appreciate the beauty of nature – and the virtues of staying awake.

2 –¬†Fond Goodbyes –¬†I once waved off a client on the 5.15 from Paddington and was taken aback by their enthusiasm to keep on waving for the first half-mile of the journey, causing me to trot alongside and return the favour for fear of appearing rude. ¬†Unbeknown to me however the poor girl was actually being strangled by one of Moriarty’s men and she was never seen again. The whole¬†sorry affair¬†taught me an important lesson that day – I now send our clients to the train station in a cab.

 

The Staines Swimming Club formed this day in 1897 in an attempt to salvage my wife's wedding ring from the Thames.  The club is still going strong, unlike Mrs Watson number 3.

The Staines Swimming Club formed this day in 1883 in an attempt to salvage my wife’s wedding ring from the Thames. The club is still going strong and always on the lookout for strapping young men –¬†¬†much like Mrs Watson number 3.

 

 

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My Great Railway Journeys No.2

1 – Double¬†Jeopardy –¬†¬†I once endured two high-speed pursuits through a twelve-carriage train on the same day. The first one involved Holmes and myself, accompanied by a band of hardy police officers, chasing down the man believed to be the notorious Farnham Fingersmith.¬† However, after capturing the criminal, Holmes refused to answer any questions about the investigation unless he could do so in Latin – whereupon the two of us were chased back through the train by the band of officers angered further by Holmes repeating the phrase ‚ÄúI know a secret you don‚Äôt know.‚ÄĚ

2 – Death on the Line –¬†I once had the misfortune of sharing a compartment with a murder victim for the entire length of the Great Western Railway. ¬†This wasn’t quite as grisly as you might imagine as I only realised he was¬†dead after serveral hours. ¬†Up to that point¬†he¬†had been¬†the model travel companion and¬†was the most¬†attentive¬†audience for my anecdote about the giant rat of Sumatra.

3 –¬†Points of Interest – The trip to Bucharest was one of highs and lows. ¬†On the downside, a dozen people were injured in a derailment at Innsbruck while a further¬†ten¬†passengers were hospitalised after coming under fire from a¬†criminal gang¬†who boarded the train at¬†Verona. ¬†On the plus side, there was plenty of room in the buffet car….

Holmes identified a number of points of interest - this was not one of them.

Holmes identified a number of points of interest – this was not one of them.

 

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My Great Railway Journeys No.1

1-¬†The Bruce Forsyth Plans –¬†Holmes once tasked me with transporting a set of highly-sensitive documents to a secret location which, on inspecting my tickets, turned out to be East Croydon. I took every precaution, travelling under the pseudonym, Barry Peaseman, and keeping my service revolver tucked into my sock. Unfortunately I was so intent on practising the phrase “my name is Barry Peaseman” that I left my doctor’s case containing the plans (and a ham sandwich) on the platform as the train departed. Holmes never again trusted me with such a mission despite the contents of the case being safely recovered with only minor omissions ‚Äď notably the lack of ham in my sandwich.

2 –¬†The Art of Misdirection – Inspired by one of Holmes’ monographs, I used several of his persuasive techniques to travel all the way to Switzerland using just a pair of opera tickets. Sadly, the reverse was not to prove successful and I was forcibly ejected from La Boheme for attempting entry with a single to Southend.

The undercover surveillance of Professor Moriarty is compromised as we are forced to sit next to him on the Rail Replacement Bus Service at Penge.

The undercover surveillance of Professor Moriarty is compromised as we are forced to sit next to him on the Rail Replacement Bus Service at Penge.

 

 

 

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