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Meiringen. One is a detective inspector from Scotland Yard, the famous command centre of the British police. His name is Athelney Jones. I am the second.
    The third man is tall and thin with a prominent forehead and sunken eyes which might view the world with a cold malevolence and cunning were there any life in them at all. But now they are glazed and empty. The man, formally dressed in a suit with a wing collar and a long frock coat, has been fished out of the Reichenbach Brook, some distance from the falls. His left leg is broken and there are other serious injuries to his shoulder and head, but death must surely have been caused by drowning. The local police have attached a label to his wrist, which has been folded across his chest. On it is written the name: James Moriarty.
    This is the reason I have come all the way to Switzerland. It appears that I have arrived too late.

P RAISE FOR T HE H OUSE OF S ILK
    â€œExceptionally entertaining . . . One can only applaud Horowitz’s skill . . . Impressive . . . An altogether terrific period thriller and one of the best Sherlockian pastiches of our time.”— Washington Post
    â€œThe latest edition to [Sherlock’s] distinguished legacy . . . Admirers of Horowitz’s TV series Foyle’s War and Sherlockians will delight in equal measure. With consummate grasp, Horowitz unfolds an intricate and rewarding mystery in the finest Victorian tradition . . . For all its deft and loving fidelity, The House of Silk sees the great detective in grisly and unfamiliar straits.”— Vanity Fair
    â€œCliffhanger plotting . . . Watson’s elegiac voice should silence the objections of even the most persnickety Sherlock scholar.”—National Public Radio (NPR)
    â€œA book firmly rooted in the style of Doyle, faithful to the character as created and with just enough wiggle room to allow the author to say all the things he’s been longing to say about the world of 221b Baker Street . . . The House of Silk will satisfy.”— Huffington Post
    â€œA tone-perfect, action-packed story of corruption, greed and dissolution, all the while capturing the sights, smells and social problems of 1890s London . . . This reader, albeit no Holmes expert, totally forgot the novel wasn’t from Doyle himself. Grade: A.”— Plain Dealer
    â€œWorthy of [its] canonical inspiration . . . An impressive read . . . Horowitz plots masterfully, foregrounding Holmes’s trademark investigative techniques against Watson’s pacey narration.”— Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
    â€œHorowitz truly pulls off the wonderful illusion that Arthur Conan Doyle left us one last tale . . . Close your eyes and you can smell the shag tobacco of Holmes’s church-warded pipe as he sorts through the evidence.”— San Diego Union Tribune
    â€œThe hype surrounding what’s being billed as the first pastiche ever officially approved by the Conan Doyle estate is amply justified . . . [and] authentic. Horowitz gets everything right—the familiar narrative voice, brilliant deductions, a very active role for Watson, and a perplexing and disturbing series of puzzles to unravel—and the legion of fans of the originals will surely be begging for Horowitz to again dip into Watson’s trove of untold tales.”— Publishers Weekly (starred review)
    â€œNicely captures the storytelling tone of Holmes’s inventor in a galloping adventure that boasts enough twists, ominous turns and urgent nocturnal escapades to make modern moviemakers salivate . . . Author Horowitz delivers some dramatic tableaux in these pages, including a railway robbery, a prison escape and a horse-drawn carriage chase . . . The Holmes we see here is just as cryptic and clever as we’ve come to expect.”— Kirkus Reviews

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