Retro Zone -the fine art of precis/ synopsis : SHERLOCK HOLMES


Chapter 1 – M Sherlock Holmes

The tale opens as Dr Watson is telling the reader that last night an interesting walking stick was delivered to the famous detective’s department while he and Holmes were away.

They found the stick late the next morning and examined it to see what kind of owner it had. The name was a Dr Mortimer and the lettering indicated it had been a present from his colleagues in the C . C . H.


Holmes asked Watson about how the stick had been used, and he replied since it was dented and uneven for the most part – clearly it had been used by a former owner a great deal.


Holmes agreed with his friend’s opinion and postulated that the stick was given as a present originally – Dr Mortimer must have been a successful and renowned gentleman.


Then the duo attempted to find what C C H stood for. They remembered the Charing Cross Hospital and that someone with the title of ‘Doctor Mortimer’ had been an employee there.


There were some bite marks on the stick that resembled those of a dog. So the man in question could have had a dog, and in turn allowed the pet to handle the stick.


Holmes quickly realised that the dog must have been a curly-haired spaniel/ This left Holmes bemused.


.. Holmes explained that a dog was regularly at the front door of the apartment and the name-tag was on its collar, claiming that it belonged to Dr Mortimer.


Soon the owner knocked and was told to come in/ He mistook Watson for Holmes and when he realised he told Holmes the curious fact – he had a priceless skull upon his person!


The peculiar visitor was told to sit down. He admitted that he was rather disorganised and panicky and said that Holmes was the best man that he could approach for assistance.


Holmes was ready to help the gentleman. Looking at the visitor closer – he noticed he had a crooked back and shining spectacles. He now wanted to know the full nature of the man’s problem.


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 Chapter 2 – The Curse of the Baskerville

 Dr Mortimer announces that he has a book with details about the incident. The earliest details he is just about to share when Holmes suddenly declares his intuition that the information is from the 18th century. He is incorrect about the precise year by 12 years – the actual time being 1742.


Only the beginning and end have been written in recently by Sir Charles Baskerville who only a few days ago was the victim of a brutal and tragic murder.


Holmes crossed his legs over and Dr Watson stood intently by the fireplace as Mortimer read out the account. ‘Long ago lived the notorious and disliked Sir Hugo Baskerville, who in his youth was a wild and unruly ne’evedowell ‘


One day he spotted a pretty maiden and a kidnap plan formed in his mind. So at night  Baskerville crept into the girl’s home at the farm and two accomplices’ help managed to grab her before she could scream. They marched her up to Baskerville Hall and slammed her into an upstairs bedroom. Then with some fellow trouble-makers Hugo had a party downstairs. The noise generated by all the shouting and swaring made the maid dreadfully unhappy; finally she couldn’t bear it any longer. So she escaped by climbing out a window and down a sprig of ivy.


Soon Hugo found out and sent the bloodhounds after the damsel. He himself rode faster than anyone else till he was out of sight.


Hugo’s friends came across a fear-stricken peasant who managed to utter that he had seen a giant hound chase after Hugo. Seconds later Hugo’s horse ran by – riderless.


Now nearly everyone was afraid but then three of the bravest and maybe also most foolhardy decided to press on. They arrived at a place which was like a funeral pyre. For in front of two giant slabs lay the runaway maid – dead! The exhaustion generated by her escape and her fear combined with a lack of stamina had been too much for her. As she lay prone on the slabs, the moonlight illuminated her bod.


A few metres away was Sir Hugo’s body lying on its back. However what made the riders’ hair stand on end was a shadowy giant beast. The hound, which had killed Sir Hugo!


The monster had just torn an artery out of Hugo’s throat; upon seeing the rescue party it snarled and lunged forward. Terrified, the men pulled the reins tightly and rode their horses away faster than ever before.


Dr Mortimer put down the manuscript and asked Holmes his opinion.


“For the interest of a man collecting fairy tales” he replied, not taking the story as truth.


Dr Mortimer said that he would now produce something more up-to-date. He learned from the butler, Barrymore – that Sir Charles had been on one of his regular evening strolls around the grounds on the night of his death.

However he did not return at the normal time and Barrymore grew increasingly anxious. Then at midnight he finally took a lantern and went outside. There, a few yards away on the moor, was his master’s body – face-down with a hand lying out-stretched.


Sherlock now knowing the basic fact pressed Mortimer for the last time that he had met Sir Charles alive.


He took a breath and “I went one day to his abode and knocked at the door. Charles stepped out onto the threshold when a loud baying sound could be heard”.


Seconds later Sir Charles stood ridged – his eyes staring in terror at something behind Dr Mortimer#s shoulder.

He then shifted out of his fearful gaze,s till a bit shaken.


Holmes then returned to the subject of the body and Mortimer a little nervously told Holmes. “I haven’t told anybody else, but when they were taking the body away, I saw some footprints.”


He then toned down his voice to a whisper – “Mr Holmes they were — were the size of a massive hound”



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