I'm Hugh Bonneville and welcome to Sherlock Holmes' short stories, the series where we delve

into the files of fiction's most brilliant detective, following his keen mind and unerring instincts

from the first subtle clue to the final dramatic revelation.

This time we head to the depths of the English countryside in The Adventure of the Abbey Grange.

When a midnight murder occurs in a stately manner home, the police believe it's a simple case of a burglary gone wrong. But a series of confounding clues

scattered across the sprawling Abbey Grange estate

leads Sherlock to believe there's more to the story.

Three wine glasses, a frayed bellrope,

and a hole in an icy pond.

All disparate threads of a mystery that only

Sherlock can tie together from the Noyser podcast network this is the

adventure of the Ab of 97 that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder.

It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face and told me at a glance that something was amiss.

"'Come, Watson, come!' he cried.. The game's afoot. Not a word,

into your clothes and come. Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the silent

streets on our way to Charing Cross Station. The first faint winter's dawn was beginning to appear, and we could dimly see the occasional

figure of an early workman as he passed us, blurred and indistinct in the opalescent

London reek.

Holmes nestled in silence into his heavy coat, and I was glad to do the same, for the

air was most bitter,

and neither of us had broken our fast.

It was not until we had consumed some hot tea at the station and taken our places in the

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