Torso at Highgate Cemetery

Six more tales of Sherlock Holmes... 'The Torso At Highgate Cemetery' I watched as the policeman took out a notebook and read from an open page. He spoke in a whisper. Inspector Lestrade's face turned ashen. He turned towards me, looking grim. 'The Mystery Of the Missing Artefacts' August 1916. A telegram is brought to my fetid prison cell under the magnificent State rooms of Sultan Mehmed V ReAYad's Ciragan Palace. It's from Sherlock Holmes. &quote;My dear Watson,&quote; it read, &quote;do you remember the name of the fellow at the British Museum who contacted us over a certain matter just before I retired to my bee-farm in the South Downs?&quote; 'The Case of the Seventeenth Monk' &quote;Now, Holmes,&quote; I interrupted, checking the dragoman was out of hearing range, &quote;at least I've discovered you're alive. What of the raison d'etre of your presence in the back of beyond? What of this Otto Mueller?&quote; &quote;What indeed?&quote; came the rueful reply. 'The Strange Death of an Art Dealer' &quote;Oh my God!&quote; he exclaimed despairingly. &quote;It could be a catastrophe! I beseech you, Holmes, sort this whole thing out. I can neither think nor sleep nor attend to any matter of State.&quote; 'The Case of the Impressionist Painting' Holmes folded his napkin and sat back, staring into the fire. &quote;Watson, I do not say this lightly: a shiver went through me at the look in O'Clery's eye when I revealed our identity. I have never before felt so deeply we were in the presence of some vast potency, a power of evil...&quote; 'The Ambassador's Skating Competition' &quote;Holmes,&quote; Watson retorted, &quote;I must warn you, no one should confront such rich, powerful, and ruthless men head on. We learned that lesson a few years ago. We are not of their ilk. They'll ride rough-shod over us again.&quote;