Sherlock Holmes And The Bizarre Alibi

Synopsis

With only the light of the bulls's-eye it was rough going and soon my hands were blooding and my legs protesting. But an untapped source of strength came to my aid. I was actually part of the stuff that dreams are made of. Because of my association with the greatest detective the world has ever known I was part of an horoic sage, a small part I will admit. Not that I felt heroic. I felt like a middle-aged commonplace man involved in exploits he was ill-suited for. But I was here with Holmes and I would not have had it any other way