Granada Discussion Post: The Illustrious Client

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Let's talk telly in the discussion post for Granada's TV adaptation of The Illustrious Client. If you haven't seen this episode yet, you can find it at YouTube and on DVD. Follow me behind the jump for my random thoughts and impressions. Please add your own in the comments!

Canon discussion for The Illustrious Client is available in this week's canon discussion post.

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The Illustrious Client: I Prefer to Do My Own Editing

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Canon Story: The Adventure of the Illustrious Client
Title: I Prefer to Do My Own Editing
Author: scfrankles
Rating: R (possibly overcautious)
Author's Notes: His hard, dry statement needs some little editing to soften it into the terms of real life.
I’m not the first person to have noticed there are phrases in ILLU that can be amusingly misinterpreted, but I thought I’d have a go at editing some of them together. I have used 8 phrases in total: they were all written by Conan Doyle – he just didn’t have them in this particular order ^^” The punctuation has also been adjusted a little.
I acknowledge spacemutineer’s LADY ficlet here as well for putting ideas in my head ^^



( I Prefer to Do My Own Editing )

The Illustrious Client: Ten years, ten questions

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The Illustrious Client
Canon Story: The Illustrious Client
Title: Ten years, ten questions
Author: trillsabells
Rating: PG
A/N In the past I’ve sometimes claimed to have gotten carried away with writing these things. Apparently I did not understand the true meaning of getting carried away. I bring you no less than ten 60s – because apparently the best thing to do when your first idea turns into a drabble is to write ten 60s to replace it. Enjoy?


“This case, Holmes, it is surely one of the supreme moments of your career.”

“I hardly think so, Watson,” said Holmes. “There were no great leaps of logic just hard work and good contacts.”

“Still,” I said, warmly. “It would make quite the episode for one of my stories-“

“I think not,” said Holmes. “In fact I’d rather you didn’t.”

~

“Holmes, I have been thinking about the de Merville case from last year. I honestly do wish you would let me write it up. I hate to think of the public missing out.”

“Publish now when the memories of headlines depicting my injury are still fresh and your public will only be angry about the deception. Let it lie awhile."

~

“Have you seen this, Holmes? Miss de Merville is getting married. To Sir John Kissell. Not another blaggard I hope?”

“Indeed not, in fact I have never heard of the man which bodes well for him considering my line of business.”

“Perhaps now is the time to publish that case?”

“And risk a scandal? Watson how could you think so?”

~

“Holmes, do you remember the de Merville case?”

“How could I forget, I believe I still have the scars.”

“I was thinking. Perhaps if I changed some of the names and left out our discovery of the personage I might publish it.”

“Any measure of effort would be sure to reveal all the protagonists. It is far too risky, Watson.”

~

As to your request to publish the details of Miss de Merville and Baron Gruner I can assure you that there is no necessity for us to have a discussion once I return. My answer then will be the same as it is now. No.

You can expect me on the four o’clock train on the thirteenth.

Ever yours

Holmes.

~

I had hardly finished locking the door when he was upon me, kissing me as if we were a young couple still courting rather than two old and unsteady bachelors.

“What do you want?” he asked me.

Feeling mischievous I replied. “May I publish the Gruner case?”

His look of astonishment was worth it and easily remedied with another kiss.

~

“You’re thinking about the Gruner case again.”

“How on earth could you tell that?”

“I saw your eyes alight on the scar my retreating hairline has begun to reveal. Then your gaze turned towards the book of your articles and you frowned. You could only be thinking of the case connected to my scar but not contained therein. No, Watson.”

~

“Holmes, I’ve been thinking about the de Merville case-“

“Of course you have, Watson,” raged Holmes, leaping to his feet. “You seem to think of nothing else! Just when I think I am free of it you ask me again. Well I will say this one final time. You will never publish that case! Do not to ask me again!”

~

“Have you read this piece by Bishop Winnington-Ingram, Holmes?”

“I have not.”

“It is the text from a recent sermon of his regarding the persistent widow. Who-”

“Nattered and nagged until she got her justice, I did go to Sunday school, Watson. What of it?”

“One day, Holmes, I will publish the matter of Miss de Merville and Baron Gruner.”

~

“Holmes-“

“Oh fine,” said Holmes, throwing his hands in the air. “Publish and be damned. It can’t hurt now.”

Smiling I soothed his frown with a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you, my love. I shall endeavour to do you justice.”

“See that you do. I should hate to see the damned tale be written as anything less than thrilling.”

The Illustrious Client: The Spider in the Corner of the Ceiling

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Canon Story: The Illustrious Client
Title: The Spider in the Corner of the Ceiling (The Return of The Ocelot Tales)
Author: thesmallhobbit
Rating: G
O/N: The collection the saucer belonged to was subsequently sold, here

I have as much chance of being taken for the monkey on the saucer as Dr Watson has of passing himself off as an expert in Chinese pottery.  And I don’t see what is so important about that particular saucer anyway; Mrs Hudson has five similar ones that she keeps for Sundays.  There were six, until Mr Holmes broke one.

The Adventure of the Illustrious Client: Scared

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Author: methylviolet10b
Rating: PG
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, Doctor John Watson
Summary: Even from his sickbed, Holmes sees.
Warnings: Spoilers for ILLU.
Word Count: 60, plus a quote from the original text in italics.
Author's Notes: 60 words of my own inspired by one of the canon stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.

ILLU – Scared
The room was dark. My head still rang from the blows, and morphine sang its torpid song in my veins. Yet I knew instantly when Watson entered my room. Shock, anguish, and worry etched deep lines into his face. His normally steady hands trembled, and when his head drooped, I saw as never before the age-whitened strands among the brown.

"All right, Watson. Don't look so scared," he muttered in a very weak voice. "It's not as bad as it seems."