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192 pages, Hardcover
First published June 1, 2011
And then there was the bizarre Case of the Shrinking Dachshund. That was what Watson intended to call it. He even wrote it up. But his wife convinced him it was too horrible a tale to present to an unsuspecting public, particularly as it was a tale not only without a point or a moral, but without a real beginning or real ending.
There was also the case, back in '97, of the Christmas tree candle conspiracy, in which the candles were tampered with and the angel on the top of the tree exploded, resulting in a whole family being burnt to death as they opened their gifts -- a case so outré and grisly that the newspapers of the time would not even print it. I could not solve it, Watson. I couldn't! I lacked one fact.
The affair at Notting Hill in 1890 in which a man and his dog were both dissolved in acid. The only facts discovered about the murderer were that she loved the poems of Wordsworth and that she could not correctly pronounce the words fissiparous or autochthomous.
