Last week I was sitting in the stock room chewing on a sandwich before starting my afternoon shift behind the till in the Oxfam Charity Bookshop in Stratford upon Avon. The room was surprisingly tidy. The usual chaotic piles of recently-donated books had already been sorted, priced, cleaned and put away on the shelves in their respective categories. A large gleaming volume still on the sorting table caught my eye.
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It was an omnibus edition of every Sherlock Holmes story that Conan Doyle had ever written, beautifully bound and decorated with gold leaf on the covers and sides. Having always has a soft spot for the Baker Street detective, I decided to consult the bookshop manager about the price. My family has justifiably complained about my bibliophilia, pointing out the serried rows of still-unread books on our bookshelves, but I have barely scratched the surface of Conan Doyle’s oeuvre and this was too good an opportunity to miss, even if I wouldn’t be able to smuggle it indoors concealed in my jacket pocket.
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Further investigation showed it was a limited edition and therefore of possible antiquarian value, even perhaps a welcome legacy for one of our children. I can imagine the following exchange between the protagonists:
Dr Watson: Let me present you with this magnificent tribute to your career, Holmes. I have just acquired it from a bookseller in Charing Cross Road. It’s a complete collection of your famous cases.
Sherlock Holmes: Interesting Watson, set it on thi table next to me.
Dr Watson: Careful Holmes! You’ve split your port on it. Believe me, it set me back a pretty penny.
Sherlock Holmes: I think you may have been taken for a ride, Watson. it has been rendered worthless, vandalized by a previous owner.
Dr Watson: My Goodness, you are right Holmes. Over 600 pages have been cut out. It’s hollow. How did you know?
Sherlock Holmes: Elementary my dear Watson. A tome of such dimensions, over a foot long, 9 inches wide and 4 inches thick, would weigh some eight or nine pounds. From your muscle movements, dexterity and facial expression, it was obvious you were handling a far lighter object, and I concluded at once that a previous owner must have hollowed it out to form a safe hiding place in his library, perhaps to protect the family jewels against burglary or to conceal a supply of spirits kept there to indulge a secret addiction.
Now here’s a challenge: Write an account of a new Sherlock Holmes adventure in which the criminal is uncovered and his fate sealed by the discovery of a hollowed-out book.
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