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As part of the Classics For Kids series international best-selling author Mark Williams is proud to present the latest of the Sherlock Holmes short story adaptations: The Engineer's Thumb.. Come join Holmes and Watson as they solve the mystery of the missing racehorse, Silver Blaze, in a child-friendly, twenty-first century English and with the seamier side of Victorian life left out. Ideal for children to get started with the world's most famous detective. Age range 9-12
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Classics For Kids
Sherlock For Kids
The Engineer’s Thumb
adapted for children from
the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle original
by
Mark Williams
© 2015 Mark Williams
Published by Odyssey.
ISBN: 978-1-908961-89-1
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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Thank you for reading.
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I have known Sherlock Holmes a long time, and lived with him for some time at his home in 221b Baker Street. But after I got married I of course moved into a house of my own, and carried on my work as a doctor from my surgery near Paddington Station.
Being one of London’s busiest train stations there were often accidents or people taken ill there that were sent to me for medical care, so I was often kept busy quite apart from my regular patients who came to my surgery.
So it was one day in the summer of 1889, when I was woken by my maid to tell me there was a patient in the consulting room needing my attention.
He had been brought there by a guard from Paddington Station. The man had arrived on an early train and asked the guard where he might find a doctor, so of course the guard had sent the man to me.
Little could I have imagined, as I entered the consulting room that morning, that as well as a medical case for me, this would be a mystery for Sherlock Holmes to solve.
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As soon as I entered the room my eyes fell on the man’s right hand, for wrapped around it was a very blood-stained handkerchief. Other than this the man looked to have no other injuries, but he was very pale, which I thought might be due to blood loss.
“I’m sorry to wake you, doctor” the man said, “but I need medical care. My name is Hatherley. Victor Hatherley. Sorry I cannot shake your hand, but as you can see, I’m afraid I’ve lost my thumb.”
I carefully removed the handkerchief bandage from Mr. Hatherley’s hand and shuddered at the sight of the place where a thumb ought to be. “Good heavens! This is a nasty injury, Mr. Hatherley. You must have lost a lot of blood.”
I poured some water into a glass and added a dash of brandy. Mr. Hatherley downed it in one, and it brought back a little colour to his face.
I began tending the wound as best I could.
“What on earth happened?” I asked.
“A cleaver,” he said.
“An unfortunate accident, then,” I replied.
“No, no,” said Mr. Hatherley. “It was no accident. Someone tried to kill me.”
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“A police matter then,” I said.
“I intend to go to them next,” said Mr. Hatherley, “but somehow I don’t think they will believe my story, it is so bizarre. To be honest, if it were not for my injuries I would myself think it had been a bad dream.”
“In that case,” I said, “before you go to the official police you must speak to my dear friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes.”
“The detective? Why, I have heard good things about him,” said Mr. Hatherley. “If you can tell me where to find him I would be very grateful.”
“I can do better than that,” I said. “I will take you to him myself.“
It took me a short while to clean the wound properly and apply fresh bandages, but I thought it best not to tax my patient with more questions. I would hear the full story soon enough, when he explained everything to Holmes.
Not long after that we took a Hansom cab to Baker Street, where we found Holmes in his sitting room in his favourite purple dressing gown. On the way up I had asked Mrs. Hudson to bring a pot of tea as I knew Mr. Hatherley would need a hot drink to help build his strength again.