Knife Edge [Young Sherlock Holmes, Book 6]
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Something sinister is afoot in the house in the west of Ireland in which Sherlock is staying. There are frightened whisperings among the servants and the house's owners are clearly scared. But who - or what? - has terrified them so much that nobody will speak out? Young Sherlock must bring all his powers of deduction to unravelling his greatest mystery yet. Another fast-paced, brilliantly plotted adventure as teenage Sherlock investigates a new crime and comes up against a fresh crop of sinister, clever criminals.
she just dream she’d seen something? – I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. I told her to go down to the kitchen, get a glass of water and sit down for a few minutes until she felt better.’ ‘What side of the castle does her window look out from?’ Sherlock asked. ‘Why?’ She smiled. ‘Do you want to go looking for tracks?’ ‘If I do, do you want to come with me?’ She laughed. ‘All right. Her window looks inland. I’ll show you later where it is from the outside.’ ‘It’s a . . . deal,’ Sherlock
foolishness. We have to accept the world the way it is.’ Sherlock found that he didn’t want to accept the world the way it was. He wanted it back the way it used to be. He wanted to change the world. But that wasn’t fair on Virginia. She had made her choice. Trying to win her back would be like pretending her opinions had no validity, that they weren’t important to him, that only his desires had any importance, and that wasn’t a message he wanted to send. He had to let her make her own choice.
obviously didn’t want to accept the message himself – he wanted Crowe to accept it – but theoretically it could have been for him. ‘Is the message for Sir Shadrach?’ Albano asked the air above the table, coming to Quintillan’s rescue. Bang! Bang! ‘Then there must be someone else here who has lost their beloved companion,’ Albano persisted. He glanced around the table, not letting his gaze fix on Crowe, as that would have given away the fact that he knew very well who was being targeted, but
attached to his own eyebrows by spirit gum. If he was doing this for longer, or if he was going to be observed close up, then he might have cut his own hair short, and perhaps shaved his eyebrows off, so that the illusion would be better, but he only had to look like Albano from a distance. He stripped off his own clothes and dressed in Albano’s suit. It was slightly too large, but it wasn’t going to make him look like a child dressing up in his father’s clothes. The last thing he did was to
opportunity to travel abroad again, at some point in his life. It took half an hour for the carriage to make its way from the town of Galway to Cloon Ard Castle. The sky was grey with low clouds, and a fine drizzle washed the landscape. Everything that Sherlock could see from the window appeared to be coloured in various shades of green and grey. The carriage abruptly turned left, through a stone gateway in an eight-foot-high stone wall that appeared to surround an estate of some kind. ‘Say as