“I couldn’t help judging the paltry quality of the conclusions I was able to draw.
If Holmes found himself approaching my door, he would deduce instantly whether I was at home. He would also know when I’d last been to town, what’d I’d eaten at the (insert correct name of) public house or dining establishment–and if it had agreed with me.” *
and the Remaining Improbable*
by Susanne M. Dutton
Soon from Propertius Press *
The game is not afoot. The Better-Every-Day world of 1895 is gone, even hard to recall. As WWI ends, Holmes fills out entry papers at a rundown psychiatric clinic on the Normandy coast. Now that the law declares his cocaine use illegal, he aims to quit entirely. Confronted by a question as to his “treatment goal,” he hesitates, aware that his real goal far exceeds the capacity of any clinic. Holmes’ scribbled response, never before encountered by his long-experienced doctor, churns desperate action and interlocking mystery into the lives of enemies and friends both.