An Interview with Sherlock Holmes, Harry Houdini and Doctor John Watson. Part One

Discover what really goes on behind that incredible mind of Sherlock Holmes. Learn more about the adventures of Sherlock Holmes and the Baker Street Adventurers. Why does the Professor Moriarity exist as a different person  now? Learn all this in more in this series of interviews I was lucky enough to secure over the last year. The first part of a series of five interviews I did with Sherlock Holmes, Doctor John Watson and Harry Houdini from The Baker Street Universe.

An Interview with Sherlock Holmes, Harry Houdini and Doctor John Watson. Part One

A terse description of Sherlock Holmes might be sharp as an eagle, determined, relentless, determined and driven to know the truth.

A longer one might be that he is a man of many talents, a mystery even to himself at times, a mystic and a leader of men.

Presented today is a brief interview I was fortunate enough to have with the distinguished gentleman when he came into our world with his good friend Harry Houdini and his partner Doctor John Watson in search of a predator who was determined to assassinate one of our leading Presidents. Why he would go so far as to interfere in our world's politics, I hope this short interview might enlighten you as to.

I apologize for any errors that might appear as I tend to do the transcribing quite late at night so as not to disturb my family.

Because of the nature of the interview and its length, it might be interrupted at times to allow for me to either edit something I previously had more to add to, or to add more information that I remember that was not recorded.

Author and Biographer,

John Pirillo

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March 10th, 2010

2am

A location I am not at liberty to divulge

Mister Holmes is seated with me, his good friend Harry Houdini and Doctor John Watson in a friendly manner of intimate friends. I feel honored that he has included me in his circle of friends, despite our rather brief relationship.

Contrary to many views of him in literature, his nose is not so sharp, nor does he always wear a cape and deerstalker hat. When he travels between worlds, as he has this day, and when he intermingles with the populace of a new land, he assumes the clothing common to that time or place. So were you to bump into him, you might totally miss what you had done.

Today, he sits in an easy chair, right leg crossed over the left, wearing jeans and Nikes. His hat is a baseball hat devoid of team attachment and placed backwards on his head, as is the style these days. He wears a plaid shirt and white tie with a "Global Warming" is real button on its lapel. 

He does not smoke his pipe in deference to my own dislike of smoke, but instead chews gum, which he has found to be a charming side aspect of his journey here and a pleasing find.

Doctor Watson does, however, continue to wear a traditional British suit, and carry his black medical bag. 

"Always have to be ready." He assured me before we sat for this interview.

Harry, on the other hand, is quite the visual find. He is a dandy of the first kind, colorful and bright in every way. Had he been born in the Sixties he would have fit right in, but of course in Victorian London he has to squash his more outlandish tastes to accommodate the more proper English ways.

"First of all, I'd like to thank you gentlemen for taking the time to allow this interview. I realize you are all quite busy with your current pursuit."

Sherlock looked at me in that classic pose and said, "Our pleasure, Mister Pirillo. You've done such a fine job keeping track of our exploits that even Watson here has had to retire from his journal."

Watson gave Sherlock a scowl.

"Not that that was ever a problem for me."

Watson brightened a moment, then realized Sherlock was working his emotions as usual. "That may be, but I still intend to take charge of our biography at some point again." Beneath his breath. "If we can every find a moment of peace, that is. Bloody hell if that ever happens!"

I laughed.

Watson scowled a moment at me, then smiled. "I apologize for my rudeness, it's the stress of the chase. My Victorian manners are taking a nasty beating from it I suspect."

"No problem." I told him.

Watson leaned closer from his chair and asked in a hopeful manner. "You wouldn't, perhaps, happen to have some scones, would you?"

I got up and went into the kitchnette of our meeting place, came back out with a steaming pot of coffee and a large plate of scones. Watson's eyes lit up as they usually did when presented with the pleasant challenge of eating down a plate of scones.

"I shall love you forever."

I laughed. "I'll settle for continuing this interview."

"Right. Sorry."

Harry took a scone on a napkin onto his lap, then poured some coffee. "I hear this city is famous for magicians."

"Not so famous as you, Harry." I told him proudly.

He gave me a grateful look. 

"I'd very much appreciate it if you could guide me to a local magician's show, I'd like to see more of what your world considers magic."

"My pleasure. I'd love to, Harry."

 

At that particular moment I checked my cell phone. I'd forgotten to recharge it that morning, but I thought we'd have enough to record the interview. I was mistaken of course.

"That's an odd device, Mister Pirillo." He pointed to my cell phone which was peeping from my shirt pocket. I wore a crisp white starched shirt and tie in honor of the men visiting me. Wanted them to feel as comfortable as possible.

"It allows us to communicate with each other."

Sherlock plucked it from my pocket and rolled it around in his  hands, his eyes taking in the shape and details of it. It lit up when he touched its face, revealing a clock, weather and time.

"Absolutely stunning." He commented, handing it back to me.

One thing I've learned over the years when I meet with them is that they are quite forward and pretty much unafraid of saying or doing anything, unless it was improper. Evidently, snatching cell phones from a person's pocket did not fit in the latter category.

Sherlock gave me that  steely gaze. "I believe I've offended you."

"Not in the least." I lied.

He smiled. Didn't believe it for a moment. But for the honor of both our sakes, he lapsed into silence.

Harry finished his scone the same time as Watson and reached for another. "I seem to remember seeing Wells and Jules with such a device when I traveled with them last time in the Master of the World."

He stopped eating for a moment, as if the thought he spoke next struck him as significant. "You wouldn't happen to know them as well, would you?"

Again, Sherlock gave me that piercing look. He knew I had. It was obvious because it took me longer than usual to cover my tracks. "Uh. Briefly. Never for long."

When in fact I had spent a great deal of time with them, as well as Stephen Hawking, who had helped them with working out the String Theory they had been working on and utilized in their amazing vessel.

"I believe our host would like to start the interview." Sherlock reminded everyone. "And our time is running short. We have to make that..."

"Tram." I told him.

"Tram before it embarks."

Watson wiped his mouth and sighed. "You have our deepest apologies. It's just such a relief to come to a world that has so little violence in it."

I laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked ,surprised at my response.

"Nothing. I'll tell you next time. And I'll also give each of you a cell phone next time for you to play with."

Their faces lit up like a child's might. Even the Master Detective licked his lips in anticipation, though I'm sure had he wanted one, he could have easily managed to take it without being noticed.

"Okay, let's begin."

"Doctor Watson, let's begin with you."

Watson blushed. "Surely Sherlock is more interesting than I?

"Everyone knows you are a modest man." I looked at Sherlock as well. "Even you. Though Harry..." I laughed. "Harry not so much."

Harry laughed too. "Read me like a book."

I smiled back at him, then turned my attention to Watson again. "My reading audience is intrigued by your tenacity when following a case with Mister Holmes."

II looked at Sherlock and he nodded his head, indicating he was okay with the direction I was heading. "Have you ever found a time when the danger of such missions created a...uh...chance of you harming those you love, and in particular harming your friendship with Mister Holmes?

Watson leaned forward and put his chin between his hands, thinking deeply on what to speak next, then he looked up. "The one time that comes prominently to my mind was when I and Sherlock..." Smiles at his friend. "...were on a special mission to the East India Isles."

Sherlock's face grew alarmed briefly. " John, you never spoke of that as being a worrisome time for you. This is most alarming."

"I didnt' mean to frighten you, Sherlock, but sometimes a man has to remain quiet for his own honor's sake." Watson gave Sherlock an apologetic look. "I didn't want to burden you more than you already were.

Sherlock reached across Harry and pressed Watson's right knee in an uncharacterically warm gesture. "You will never be a burden to me, Watson. Ever!"

As I watched that brief illumination of the depth of their friendship, I couldn't help but feel tears touch my eyes. The warmth between these men, despite current literature, is vast and strong. Though I have to remind my audience that this Sherlock is not the original one, who died most foully at the hands of that monster Professor Moriarity. This Sherlock comes from one of the overlapping dimensions wherein he lost his good friend Watson. So both these men had a tremendous history of loss and I could  sense the depth of love they bore towards each other because of that and their renewed friendship from their meeting on their present world.

Harry poured another cup of coffee, then plucked a yellow packet up. I shook my head at him. "What's wrong?"

"Poison your body." I told him.

"Then why are you serving it."

"I didn't. The maid is forced to add it to t he serving."

"Oh, I see, on your world maids poison the hotel guests."

I laughed. "Something like that."

He gave me a blank look, then reached for a plastic wrapped container of honey. He held it up. I nodded okay. 

Harry plucked it open, then poured it into his new cup of coffee as he spoke. "I have to admit Holmes that it was I, not Watson, who put a damper on that episode."

"How so?"

"I knew that if you forced Watson to rush back to the rescue of Mrs. Hudson, you would also be rushing back to your death, as it was a trap for all of us. The  only thing to do was to keep you with us and expediently return to rescue Mrs. Hudson, whom my magic told me was safe enough at that time."

Sherlock gave Harry a stern look. "We will talk about this further later." Ominous pause. "After our interview is completed."

Watson turned to eye Harry angrily. "Both of us will."

Harry exhibited his usual pomp and shrugged. "What will be, will be."

"We were on the trail of an especially murderous villain, related to the Hollow Man. We had discovered his presence through the help of our good friend, Captain Nemo." Watson went on, ignoring Harry for the moment. These men had a temptuous relationship at times, but loved each other dearly. I know. I've chronicled their lives for years now.

"I still can't get over how all these famous men live in your world at the same time.  You, Harry, Sherlock, Watson, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle." I remarked, adjusting the notes on my lap. I had meant to go more deeply into that incident, but saw now that might be starting a fire I wouldn't be able to put out. So I diverged into a different and hopefully safer direction.

Watson shrugged. "You forget the good Count Dracula, Robert Louis Stevenson, Madame Curie."

"Nonsense, Watson. He knows of them all." Sherlock cut in.

"True, Sherlock, but his audience doesn't know of all."

"Nor will they if you keep interrupting him." Harry added.

Both Sherlock and Watson gave him scowls. Harry shuffled uneasily on his chair and plunged into the scones again to divert attention away from himself.

Watson looked back at me. "Have you not written us that way? How could it be any other then?"

My eyes began to water again. My writing had opened doors that I never thought possible and having these great men in the same room with me, is as wonderful as it is for some of you to have a Beatle, a Sandra Bullock, a George Lucas or Steven Spielberg. For me it's always been my Victorian friends.

I went on. "And yet, despite what I write of you, your lives continue unabated without a single further input from me.  Why is that?

They all looked at each other, but Sherlock answered.  "I can enlighten you as to that, Mister Pirillo."

Everyone looked at him , including me.

"Einstein and Edison have come up with a theory that encompasses the relativity of our two dimensions and all the others that overlap each other and ours.

I'm sure my eyes must have lit up at that moment. I knew what I had written, but they were about to tell me what they had discovered on their own without my input.

"I'd love to hear it."

(At that point I had to stop because my cell phone went black. The power had drained out. It would take at least an hour to charge it up again.

Please forgive me for this small break, because I have to recharge it.

All my work is being encoded and typed for me on my computer as I  interview our esteemed gentlemen by a program called Dragon Naturally Speaking.

I will return later in the day with further elements of this interviews as I am able.