Sherlock Holmes re-told for children / KIndergerechte Fassung The Blue Carbuncle / Der blaue Karfunkel E-Book

Mark Williams

• Herausgeber: Mark Williams
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

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 this adaptation for children of the Sherlock Holmes short story 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. English-German bilingual edition Englisch-Deutsch zweisprachig Die deutsche Ausgabe der Sherlock für Kinder Bücher.

Leseprobe

Classics For Kids

Klassiker für Kinder

Sherlock Holmes

THE BLUE CARBUNCLE

DER BLAUE KARFUNKEL

re-told for children by

Kindergerechte Fassung von

Mark Williams

ubersetzt von

Florian Schmidt

© 2016 Mark Williams

Published by Odyssey.

The Blue Carbuncle 1.

London, England. 1889.

It was Boxing Day, the day after Christmas, as I made my way carefully through the icy London streets. A cold wind blew light 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 freezing.

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.

“Merry Christmas, Dr. Watson,” Mrs. Hudson beamed as she came into the hallway, wiping her hands on a floury 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.

I leaned in to Mrs. Hudson and whispered, “Don’t tell anyone I said so, Mrs. H., but between the two of us you make far better scones than my dear wife, bless her.”

“Oh, get away with you, Dr. Watson,” Mrs. Hudson blushed, and she shuffled back into the kitchen, chuckling to herself.

I made my way up the stairs to the floor occupied by my dear friend, and knocked once.

“Come in, Watson,” Holmes called out.