That gives her the chance to solve cases without actually having clients interact with Sherlock himself.īut this necessary deception can sometimes cause problems, as with the initial reluctance of the client in The Art of the Theft: Maybe he’d suffered too much last night and gone a little cracked, but he felt an extraordinary glee at the image in his head.Sherry Thomas’ “Lady Sherlock” series may be the most female-centric reimagination of the great detective that I’ve ever read.Īnd, as a die-hard reader of all things Sherlock Holmes, who’s also written books inspired by the original Arthur Conan Doyle series, I can say that The Art of the Theft, the fourth book in the Lady Sherlock series, is a great continuation of the story.įor those not familiar with the series, Charlotte Holmes is the lead detective in Victorian-London set mysterious who fronts for an invented imaginary brother, Sherlock, (à la Remington Steele).
All at once he could see her as a plump, white-haired old woman with a half-finished muffler on her lap, her grandmotherly demeanor fooling all those who didn’t know her.
She looked up, wearing her usual expression of utter serenity. The question he really wanted to ask was You knit? But that would probably net him only a blank stare, the thought of which made him smile on the inside. He sat up to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
He’d almost asked her what she was reading, but she wasn’t reading. He opened his mouth to speak and closed it again.
With something of a shock he realized that after the near misadventure the night before, what he wanted was for her to raise her face and settle thatexact unnerving, sometimes all-seeing gaze upon him. Even when they found themselves in physical proximity, there was still the matter of her unnerving, sometimes all-seeing gaze. He didn’t get too many opportunities to study her closely. “He woke up to the sight of Holmes sitting in a chair, her head bent.
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