Two Christmas gifts on my author site for those interested.

Hey Everyone!

Posted a Christmas Special of Sherlock Holmes on the BLOG page of my author site: www.johnpirillo.com.

Story is posted in two versions: written and audio, which can be found in the AUDIO section.

Enjoy!

John

And Happy Holidays!

Just finished reposting Podcasts 1 through 4 of my new Sherlock Holmes story at www.johnpirillo.com

Just finished reposting Podcasts 1 through 4 of my new Sherlock Holmes story I've been narrating: Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Missing Heart.

Have fun and Happy Holidays to everyone!

Check them out at my author site: www.johnpirillo.com

John

My first podcast is now on www.johnpirillo.com. Sherlock Holmes serialized tale. Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Missing Heart

My first podcast is now on www.johnpirillo.com. Hope you guys check it out and let me know what you think.

The Gathering Darkness. A new tale of Sherlock Holmes. Legends never die and sometimes legends are real and sometimes they are part of our lives and very, very close to us.

Something so dark and hideous that even Sherlock Holmes trembles at the thought of it. 

 But it now at Amazon for 99 cents!



Legends never die and sometimes legends are real and sometimes they are part of our lives and very, very close to us.

The Gathering Darkness.

A new tale with Sherlock Holmes.

But it now at Amazon for 99 cents!

A legendary creature catches the attention of Sherlock Holmes as he works on an insurance case which could be a case of fraud and bankrupt a widow and her children.

Sherlock Holmes and the Element of Surprise

A legendary creature catches the attention of Sherlock Holmes as  he works on an insurance case which could be a case of fraud and bankrupt a widow and her children. 

Find out what happens. Order now at Smashwords for 99 cents!

The mystery intensifies as he and Watson piece clues together in a surprising turnaround that will leave you both breathless and warm in your heart.

Can't wait to find out what happens? You can read it now at Smashwords for 99 cents!

Sherlock Holmes and the Element of Surprise explores a side of Holmes rarely discovered or spoken of. 

Important Announcement!

Please accept my apologies, but I can no longer maintain this site. I have had a whole lot of fun building it over time, and watching so many come and go, who also enjoyed watching my work develop. I thank you many times over for your support.

I will be devoting my energies entirely to my author site, which is you visit www.johnpirillo.com you will find is actually much more full with stories, movies, videos, fractal flames than this site is. I update my author site every day and during the summer multiple times during the day.

I am continuing to support Sherlock and all his friends on my author site, where I have created a unique blog for he and his associates also entitled The Baker Street Universe.

I will leave this blog active so  you can come back to look at what is here.

Thanks for your patronage. I hope you will support me on my author site as much as you did here.

And wishing you the best.

John Pirillo

www.johnpirillo.com

Next posts will be this coming weekend of July 25 and 26

I'll be saddling up again next Saturday and Sunday.

Have a great week.

John

Sherlock Holmes and the Scarlett Claw, starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce

Time to slip away from the past, the cares of today and go far, far into the future! The Time Machine! by H.G. Wells audiobook novel

I thought I'd take a little break from all the invisible man stuff and instead focus on wells more popular work "The Time Machine."

All of us probably at some time or other have wondered what we might have done differently with our lives had we the chance, but what if you actually had a way to make that dream a reality?

Would you use that power for harm or good?

Would you explore the unknown, or abuse the past?

The Time Machine is written by a man who holds a very different view of how to use such a gift and for those of you who like to sit back, relax, sip tea or coffee, or just close your eyes, here's a wonderful story to do so with.

It's served in one large cake. So happy treating!

John

The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells Chapter 23 In Drury Lane Part Two

The Invisible Man 
by H.G. Wells  
Chapter 23  
In Drury Lane  
Part Two

"Are all very well for common people. But the point was, Kemp, that

I had to get out of that house in a disguise without his seeing me.

I couldn't think of any other way of doing it. And then I gagged

him with a Louis Quatorze vest and tied him up in a sheet."

"Tied him up in a sheet!"

"Made a sort of bag of it. It was rather a good idea to keep the

idiot scared and quiet, and a devilish hard thing to get out

of--head away from the string. My dear Kemp, it's no good your

sitting glaring as though I was a murderer. It had to be done. He

had his revolver. If once he saw me he would be able to describe

me--"

"But still," said Kemp, "in England--to-day. And the man was in

his own house, and you were--well, robbing."

"Robbing! Confound it! You'll call me a thief next! Surely, Kemp,

you're not fool enough to dance on the old strings. Can't you see

my position?"

"And his too," said Kemp.

The Invisible Man stood up sharply. "What do you mean to say?"

Kemp's face grew a trifle hard. He was about to speak and checked

himself. "I suppose, after all," he said with a sudden change of

manner, "the thing had to be done. You were in a fix. But still--"

"Of course I was in a fix--an infernal fix. And he made me wild

too--hunting me about the house, fooling about with his revolver,

locking and unlocking doors. He was simply exasperating. You don't

blame me, do you? You don't blame me?"

"I never blame anyone," said Kemp. "It's quite out of fashion. What

did you do next?"

"I was hungry. Downstairs I found a loaf and some rank cheese--more

than sufficient to satisfy my hunger. I took some brandy and

water, and then went up past my impromptu bag--he was lying quite

still--to the room containing the old clothes. This looked out

upon the street, two lace curtains brown with dirt guarding the

window. I went and peered out through their interstices. Outside

the day was bright--by contrast with the brown shadows of the

dismal house in which I found myself, dazzlingly bright. A brisk

traffic was going by, fruit carts, a hansom, a four-wheeler with a

pile of boxes, a fishmonger's cart. I turned with spots of colour

swimming before my eyes to the shadowy fixtures behind me. My

excitement was giving place to a clear apprehension of my position

again. The room was full of a faint scent of benzoline, used, I

suppose, in cleaning the garments.

"I began a systematic search of the place. I should judge the

hunchback had been alone in the house for some time. He was a

curious person. Everything that could possibly be of service to me

I collected in the clothes storeroom, and then I made a deliberate

selection. I found a handbag I thought a suitable possession, and

some powder, rouge, and sticking-plaster.

"I had thought of painting and powdering my face and all that

there was to show of me, in order to render myself visible, but

the disadvantage of this lay in the fact that I should require

turpentine and other appliances and a considerable amount of time

before I could vanish again. Finally I chose a mask of the better

type, slightly grotesque but not more so than many human beings,

dark glasses, greyish whiskers, and a wig. I could find no

underclothing, but that I could buy subsequently, and for the time I

swathed myself in calico dominoes and some white cashmere scarfs. I

could find no socks, but the hunchback's boots were rather a loose

fit and sufficed. In a desk in the shop were three sovereigns and

about thirty shillings' worth of silver, and in a locked cupboard I

burst in the inner room were eight pounds in gold. I could go forth

into the world again, equipped.

"Then came a curious hesitation. Was my appearance really

credible? I tried myself with a little bedroom looking-glass,

inspecting myself from every point of view to discover any

forgotten chink, but it all seemed sound. I was grotesque to the

theatrical pitch, a stage miser, but I was certainly not a physical

impossibility. Gathering confidence, I took my looking-glass down

into the shop, pulled down the shop blinds, and surveyed myself

from every point of view with the help of the cheval glass in the

corner.

"I spent some minutes screwing up my courage and then unlocked the

shop door and marched out into the street, leaving the little man

to get out of his sheet again when he liked. In five minutes a

dozen turnings intervened between me and the costumier's shop. No

one appeared to notice me very pointedly. My last difficulty seemed

overcome."

He stopped again.

"And you troubled no more about the hunchback?" said Kemp.

"No," said the Invisible Man. "Nor have I heard what became of him.

I suppose he untied himself or kicked himself out. The knots were

pretty tight."

He became silent and went to the window and stared out.

"What happened when you went out into the Strand?"

"Oh!--disillusionment again. I thought my troubles were over.

Practically I thought I had impunity to do whatever I chose,

everything--save to give away my secret. So I thought. Whatever I

did, whatever the consequences might be, was nothing to me. I had

merely to fling aside my garments and vanish. No person could hold

me. I could take my money where I found it. I decided to treat

myself to a sumptuous feast, and then put up at a good hotel, and

accumulate a new outfit of property. I felt amazingly confident;

it's not particularly pleasant recalling that I was an ass. I went

into a place and was already ordering lunch, when it occurred to me

that I could not eat unless I exposed my invisible face. I finished

ordering the lunch, told the man I should be back in ten minutes,

and went out exasperated. I don't know if you have ever been

disappointed in your appetite."

"Not quite so badly," said Kemp, "but I can imagine it."

"I could have smashed the silly devils. At last, faint with the

desire for tasteful food, I went into another place and demanded a

private room. 'I am disfigured,' I said. 'Badly.' They looked at

me curiously, but of course it was not their affair--and so at

last I got my lunch. It was not particularly well served, but it

sufficed; and when I had had it, I sat over a cigar, trying to plan

my line of action. And outside a snowstorm was beginning.

"The more I thought it over, Kemp, the more I realised what a

helpless absurdity an Invisible Man was--in a cold and dirty

climate and a crowded civilised city. Before I made this mad

experiment I had dreamt of a thousand advantages. That afternoon

it seemed all disappointment. I went over the heads of the things

a man reckons desirable. No doubt invisibility made it possible

to get them, but it made it impossible to enjoy them when they

are got. Ambition--what is the good of pride of place when you

cannot appear there? What is the good of the love of woman when

her name must needs be Delilah? I have no taste for politics, for

the blackguardisms of fame, for philanthropy, for sport. What was

I to do? And for this I had become a wrapped-up mystery, a swathed

and bandaged caricature of a man!"

He paused, and his attitude suggested a roving glance at the

window.

"But how did you get to Iping?" said Kemp, anxious to keep his

guest busy talking.

"I went there to work. I had one hope. It was a half idea! I have

it still. It is a full blown idea now. A way of getting back! Of

restoring what I have done. When I choose. When I have done all I

mean to do invisibly. And that is what I chiefly want to talk to

you about now."

"You went straight to Iping?"

"Yes. I had simply to get my three volumes of memoranda and my

cheque-book, my luggage and underclothing, order a quantity of

chemicals to work out this idea of mine--I will show you the

calculations as soon as I get my books--and then I started. Jove!

I remember the snowstorm now, and the accursed bother it was to

keep the snow from damping my pasteboard nose."

"At the end," said Kemp, "the day before yesterday, when they found

you out, you rather--to judge by the papers--"

"I did. Rather. Did I kill that fool of a constable?"

"No," said Kemp. "He's expected to recover."

"That's his luck, then. I clean lost my temper, the fools! Why

couldn't they leave me alone? And that grocer lout?"

"There are no deaths expected," said Kemp.

"I don't know about that tramp of mine," said the Invisible Man,

with an unpleasant laugh.

"By Heaven, Kemp, you don't know what rage _is_! ... To have worked

for years, to have planned and plotted, and then to get some

fumbling purblind idiot messing across your course! ... Every

conceivable sort of silly creature that has ever been created has

been sent to cross me.

"If I have much more of it, I shall go wild--I shall start

mowing 'em.

"As it is, they've made things a thousand times more difficult."

"No doubt it's exasperating," said Kemp, drily.