Watson's attempt at a Lake District hiking holiday comes unstuck when, stopping off at an unwelcoming village, another visitor dies gruesomely, apparently killed by the Nessie-esque Hagworm which local legend insists lives in the lake. Introducing another Conan Doyle character suggests which way the story is pointed, but doesn't wholly give away the ensuing genre mash-up, which picks up on themes that were very much animating the late Victorian mind (comparative religion and folklore; evolution and the discovery of deep time), but which the original stories tended to address at most glancingly, as in the deeply wonky Creeping Man. Or at least, they do in the ones I know, which isn't all of them, so my apologies if I've missed one where Holmes either teams up with or unmasks TH Huxley.
It takes the man himself a while to show up, and by sheer happenstance it was during that first, shorn of Sherlock section that I listened to the new John Finnemore, containing a brilliantly mean sketch where someone is far more excited to meet Watson than his preening associate. But despite that priming, once he arrives Purser-Hallard's Holmes as ever passes the Brett test, and soon seizes control of proceedings as they mount towards a finale I could only picture as staged by Hammer. The catch being, that also made me realise how much more streamlined their version would have been. Titan's Holmes novels seem to come in around 250 pages as standard, or about as long as Conan Doyle's first two full-length outings for the great detective combined. In something like Purser-Hallard's earlier Spider's Web, the richness of the set-up merited that, but while he certainly gives us some memorable characters here, I also felt like a few of the suspicious rustics and learned disquisitions could have been trimmed, and there's one geek in-joke that never quite pays off. Still fun, but, like Watson at the end, I'm hoping for London next time.