Have you played Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective? Because you should – it’s amazing. Rather than explain it, I’ll just link to the Shut Up and Sit Down review, which is also amazing.
I made a case for it when my group was done with the 10 official cases. Full download here, and preview below for those of you who just hate clicking links.
The Case of the Commandeered Corpse
November 12th, 1890
Clinging tightly to our coats to keep out the bite of a fast-approaching London winter, we arrive at 221 B Baker Street to find Sherlock Holmes standing outside, in the midst of a discussion with a flustered looking Inspector Lestrade. As we get close enough to hear them, Holmes is asking a question with a particularly aggravating air to which Lestrade responds, “I’m not asking for your help! All I ask is that I be allowed to do my job without you or your brother interfering. But since one of you has, I must turn to the other to set things straight!”
“I am hardly my brother’s keeper,” begins Holmes with a particular ennui, “But as you have come all this way to ask for my help…” Lestrade begins to protest, but Holmes continues, “it would be rude of me to refuse. Unfortunately, I do suspect that I will indisposed for most of the day. I assure you, Wiggins and his associates are more than capable of uncovering the clues that you cannot – whether or not my brother has interfered.”
Leaving Lestrade in a furious silence, Holmes turns to us.
“A murder!” he exclaims, perhaps a touch over-dramatically. “At the Staple. Not uncommon, it’s true, but poison is a bit unusual. And stranger still is that the body was collected not by the police, but rather by gentlemen from the Special Branch, a detail that our friend the inspector has made some objection to. If the government was involved I’m certain that my brother won’t want you poking about, so I do hope you’ll pay him a visit and ask some uncomfortable questions. I’d love to come help, but,” he says, glancing at his pocket watch, “I rather expect I’m in store for a more private audience.”
Just then a handsome pulls up and a pair of men in crisp suits and bowlers emerge. The shorter of the two addresses Holmes, “Your brother wants a word with you, if you don’t mind.”
“Yes,” Holmes responds, betraying a hint of excitement. “I expect he does. Well Wiggins, best of luck on your own investigation. Duty calls!” He follows the men into the carriage, leaving you standing in the street in awkward silence with a red-faced Lestrade.
Wiggins cautiously addresses him, “Inspector, would you be so kind as to fill us in on the matter?”
Lestade pauses, takes a deep breath, and exhales. Having regained a bit of composure, he addresses us. “As I informed Holmes, a man we’ve identified as Henry Irving died at the Staple last night. When we arrived, the Special Branch had been there already and had made off with the victim’s body. They returned him without fanfare this morning, but there’s no way to know what they might have removed, making my job particularly difficult. While I am not asking for your help, I would appreciate it if you would let me know if you find anything that might help fill in the holes left by the Special Branch. You know where to find me.”