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- Herausgeber: Mark Williams
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
As part of the Classics For Kids series international best-selling author Mark Williams is proud to present the Sherlock Holmes short story adaptation of The Red-Headed League. Come join Holmes and Watson as they solve the mystery of the Red-Headed League 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.
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Classics For Kids
Sherlock For Kids
The Red-Headed League
adapted for children from
the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle original
by
Mark Williams
© 2015 Mark Williams
Published by Odyssey.
ISBN:978-1-908961-85-3
1.
I had been strolling through Regent’s Park one October morning, enjoying the blustery wind. The trees were wearing their autumn colours – red, brown, yellow and orange, and all shades in between. Fallen leaves were being kicked about by happy children.
I was reminded of the colours of the leaves when I arrived at 221b Baker Street and found my dear friend Sherlock Holmes talking with a man who himself could best described as autumnal.
He had flaming red hair and a florid face that, with his brown suit and shoes, made him look almost like the trees I had just left behind in Regent’s park.
“I’m sorry, Holmes. I didn’t realize you were busy,” I said. “I’ll call back shortly.”
“No, no,” said Holmes. “Do come in, Watson. I would like you to meet Mr. Jabez Wilson, who has come to me with a most bizarre mystery.”
“This sounds interesting,” I said.
“Indeed,” agreed Holmes. He turned to his guest. “Mr. Wilson, would you begin again and explain to my dear friend Dr. Watson the events that bring you here today. I will benefit from hearing the story again myself, for it is quite remarkable.”
At that moment Mrs. Hudson appeared in the doorway with a covered tray. She placed the tray on the table and removed the cloth to reveal a pot of tea, milk and sugar, and three cups and saucers.
“I heard the Doctor arrive, Mr. Holmes,” she said, “and I knew he would welcome a fresh pot of tea. And I knew your other guest had not yet left, so I took the liberty of adding a cup for him.”
“Splendid, Mrs. Hudson!” Holmes declared. “You must be a mind-reader, for I was about to ring the bell and ask you to bring us a pot! Mr. Wilson, do help yourself to tea, and then take a seat and tell me again this remarkable story.”
2.
When we had all settled with our cups in hand, and Mrs. Hudson had returned downstairs, I watched with interest as Mr. Jabez Wilson drank his tea. I looked over the man, trying to apply Sherlock Holmes’ methods, to deduce some facts about the guest. But other than that his clothes were old and he was not in the best of health, I could tell nothing else.
Holmes had been watching me watching Mr. Wilson, and let out a laugh. “Before you begin, Mr. Wilson, let us hear what Dr. Watson has deduced about you.”
“Nothing so far,” I spluttered.
Mr. Wilson looked at Holmes in surprise. “Deduced about me?” he asked.
Holmes smiled. “I find, Mr. Wilson, that one can tell a lot about a person by simply looking.”
“Well, yes,” agreed Mr. Wilson with a chuckle. “You can tell I am fat and have red hair, and my clothes are not new, so you might deduce I am not a rich man. But beyond that, I cannot imagine what anyone might deduce about me just by looking, good sir.”
“I agree one cannot tell much,” Homes said. “Other than that you are by trade a manual labourer; that you have been to China; that you are right-handed; and have done a lot of writing recently. Those points aside, I can deduce nothing about you whatsoever.”
“How on earth can you know all that?” Mr. Wilson gasped.
