They break it up with fiendish glee.
Now, ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed
Is the Headless Horseman, he's the worst
—Brom Bones, The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad (1949)
In my last Holmesian review, I chastised Loren D. Estleman
for using the plot device of killing Holmes off for a few pages before bringing
him right back, an overused plot device in the realm of Holmesian pastiches. I
advocated for more creativity from pastiche writers. And I definitely got that
from David Stuart Davies in The Tangled
Skein. The problem is, I’m still not sure whether I enjoyed the book or
not. One minute I’ll love it, and the next minute it will have me more
irritated than an English prof who thinks Edgar Allan Poe was a time-travelling
postmodernist. (I’m not even making that up, but that’s a story for another
day.)
The Tangled Skein is
a really clever sequel to The Hound of
the Baskervilles. You will recall that Sherlock Holmes’ body was never
recovered after the incident at the Reichenbach Falls. Well, the body of the
guilty party in The Hound of the
Baskervilles was also never recovered. And Sherlock Holmes discovers
that this party is alive and very much well… and seeking revenge on Holmes for
having foiled his plans.


