Sherlock Holmes and I

I have had a long and intimate relationship with Sherlock Holmes - in fact I first him when I was a strapping lad of about 9. Which is why when I awoke this morning and thought that it would be a great idea to write a story in the style of Arthur Conan Doyle.
To do that I needed to get some research done: (note the bold underlined sentence).

Literature Analysis

Sherlock Holmes novels and short stories are not seen as the greatest literary works of all time. Many historians find the novels and short stories to be rather poorly written. What his novels were very good at doing was creating suspense and drawing a reader into the story. Doyle would use his abilities to keep the reader immersed in his novels.
https://sites.google.com/a/cheshire.k12.ct.us/victorian-era/influential-authors/sir-arthur-conan-doyle/historical-and-literary-analysis 

All that remained for me to find a suitable story and font and start writing a poorly written story. Here goes:

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 A New Adventure of

Sherlock Holmes

The Case of the Toothless Taxidermist

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 On a particularly warm May morning, Watson arrived at Baker Street to meet Holmes for tea and cakes only to find the neighbourhood in uproar, almost in panic. On collaring one of the street urchins, the story goes, it seems that a very large ape has somehow entered the rooms at Baker Street and has taken Holmes and his landlady hostage. While questioning the writhing lad, which turned out to be one of the Baker Street irregulars, the clapper and screech of hooves could be heard, heralding the arrival of a Maria which promptly deposited six burly bobbies, replete with nets and sticks. The production of a few coppers from Watson's waistcoat calmed the urchin and he continued the story. It seems that no cage was to be seen anywhere, and the sudden appearance of the monstrous monkey is was as much a mystery as is the lack of movement from the interior of 221B Baker Street.
 

 

Watson gave the lad a few pennies and released him to join his pals. Watson, not being of feint disposition, then entered the rooms, ignoring the pleas of the uniformed police to wait for a gun. Producing his own revolver, Watson cautiously ascended the stairs to Holmes' room and opened the door. He found a rather amused Mrs. Hudson and a quite furious Holmes who seems unable to rid himself of some sort of carnival costume, resembling a great ape. "A little aid, if you please, Watson. This blabbering woman seems unable to do anything but laugh hysterical." After a struggle of a few more minutes, Holmes appeared, ruffled and sweating, but otherwise unharmed as he stepped out of the rest of the heap of fur-like clothes which no longer looked like an ape.

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The rest of the story is about the taxidermist and the dentist and poisoned dentures. It is an open question if this story will ever be completed, but one never knows. Anyway, I had a bit of fun with this.

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This is what an actual page from the Strand Magazine looked like: