The Dying Detective: Just Desserts

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Title: The Dying Detective: Just Desserts
Author: gardnerhill                        
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Perhaps some people will think twice about cruelly duping their best friends and long-suffering landladies. A sequel of sorts to last round's DYIN offering.

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“The oysters and champagne were sublime – wouldn’t you say, Mrs. Hudson?”

“Oh yes, Doctor. Very thoughtful to take me to Simpson’s with you!”

“And their beef – his broth isn’t too hot, is it?”

“Just tepid, Doctor, per your orders. Unsalted.”

“Can’t risk your health after three days of fast, Holmes. …Their beef roast was superb, of course.”

“…I hate you.”

Discussion Post: The Dying Detective

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This week, the canon story we’re looking at is The Dying Detective and the chosen topic is Landladies, Lodgers and Lodgings.

( Discussion continues... )

Mrs. Hudson's Poetry Page: The Dying Detective

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Welcome once again to my poetry page!

I hope each week you will read Dr. Watson’s delightful narrative (though not quite so delightful this week) and then go on to write a poem related to it in some way. All forms of poetry are permitted, and further down the page there is a selection you might like to consider using over the coming weeks.

And here, courtesy of my housemaid Rachel, are this week’s suggested poems to read—suggestions inspired by the themes and subjects in this week's story. Hopefully you will enjoy the poems, and perhaps they may give you some ideas for a poem of your own or allow you to look at Dr. Watson's story in a new way.



An Ancient Gesture

by Edna St. Vincent Millay


Note from Rachel: This poem expresses, for me, some of Mrs. Hudson’s experience (and by extension, Dr. Watson’s), in learning that the hero’s suffering was feigned while their own was all too real.




A Fixed Idea

by Amy Lowell


Note from Rachel: Mr. Holmes seems determined to catch his villains at any cost, and almost eager to cut the tie of friendship that holds him back from total immersion into combat with these devils. Of late he has been melancholy, too -- missing the days when he shared these rooms with the good doctor, I do believe. His friend's brief visits and occasional shared cases only make the solitude worse to return to once they are over. He speaks more and more of a name, one particular enemy; he calls him the Napoleon of Crime. Mrs. Hudson and I worry for him, terribly. One cannot help but wonder what strange thoughts are in his heart.



Thank you so much to Rachel. (Yes, these are anxious times at Baker Street...) And here is my suggested form to revisit this week: the epulaeryu. (The link takes you back to a previous poetry page.)

But you do not have to use that form. Any form of poetry is welcome this week—and every week! Here are a few suggestions for you:

221B verselet, abecedarian poetry, acrostic poetry, alexandrine, ballad, beeswing, blackout poetry, blues stanza, bref double, Burns stanza, call and response, chastushka, cinquain, circular poetry, clerihew, colour poems, concrete poetry, Cornish verse, curtal sonnet, diamante, doggerel, double dactyl, ekphrasis, elegiac couplet, elegiac stanza, elfje, englyn, epigram, epitaph, epulaeryu, Etheree, fable, Fib, florette, found poetry, free verse, ghazal, haiku, In Memoriam stanza, Italian sonnet, jueju, kennings poem, lanturne, limerick, lyric poetry, mathnawī, micropoetry, mini-monoverse, musette, palindrome poetry, pantoum, Parallelismus Membrorum, poem cycle, quintilla, renga, riddle, rime couée, Schüttelreim, sedoka, septet, sestina, sonnet, tanka, tercet, terza rima, tongue twister poetry, triangular triplet, triolet, Tyburn, villanelle


Please leave all your poems inspired by The Dying Detective in the comments on this post. I look forward to seeing them!


Warm regards,

Mrs. Hudson

The Dying Detective: Evicted

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Canon Story: The Dying Detective
Title: Evicted
Author: scfrankles
Rating: G
Author's Notes: “There are my prisons," he continued, pointing to a row of bottles and jars which stood upon a side table. "Among those gelatine cultivations some of the very worst offenders in the world are now doing time." ...the pictures of celebrated criminals with which every wall was adorned. “...for me the microbe… for him the villain…”


Culverton Smith was poking around the attic. “So where will I sleep?”

Holmes laughed. “You’re not staying.”

He escorted Smith down the stairs and—

Holmes opened his eyes.

Picking up Smith’s police photograph, he hung it carefully on the wall.

“There!”

He smiled at all the villains in their pictorial prisons.

“Must keep my mind tidy for the next case.”

The Dying Detective: Annoyance

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Canon Story: The Dying Detective
Title: Annoyance (the serialisation of the Private Journal of Dr Watson)
Author:thesmallhobbit
Rating: G

Next time I hear Holmes is dying I shall not be rushing to his aid.  The only exception will be if Mrs Hudson sends word his imminent death is due to her hitting him with her frying pan, in which case I shall assist her with the disposal of the body.  Supper at Simpson’s is not sufficient recompense for this.