a bit of Solar Pons
For various reasons (hey, it's the weekend) I found myself skimming through a few of the Solar Pons stories. It's odd: they've actually aged less well than the original Sherlock Holmes stuff of which they're a pastiche, despite having been more recently written. Possibly because they're also less well written.
I also attach a couple of quotes to demonstrate that the modern mind is in the gutter.
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It was on a warm summer night in mid-August that the curious matter of the Sotheby salesman came to the notice of my friend, Solar Pons. Fortunately, Pons had no problem in hand; he and I had spent the greater part of the day in Soho, moving idly from one place to another. Shortly after eleven o'clock that night we returned to our lodgings in Praed Street and found the telegram which was to introduce us to the mystery at Sotheby...
-- The Adventure of the Sotheby Salesman, August Derleth
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There was no need for Pons to answer: he was already removing his dressing-gown, and I knew that to take issue with him would be folly.
-- The Adventure of the Mazarine Blue, August Derleth
I also attach a couple of quotes to demonstrate that the modern mind is in the gutter.
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It was on a warm summer night in mid-August that the curious matter of the Sotheby salesman came to the notice of my friend, Solar Pons. Fortunately, Pons had no problem in hand; he and I had spent the greater part of the day in Soho, moving idly from one place to another. Shortly after eleven o'clock that night we returned to our lodgings in Praed Street and found the telegram which was to introduce us to the mystery at Sotheby...
-- The Adventure of the Sotheby Salesman, August Derleth
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There was no need for Pons to answer: he was already removing his dressing-gown, and I knew that to take issue with him would be folly.
-- The Adventure of the Mazarine Blue, August Derleth