Title: The Red-Headed League
I’ve never read a Sherlock Holmes mystery I didn’t like.
The Red-Headed League is no exception.
Holding second place in author Sir Canon Doyle’s own ranking, this tale has a distinctly delightful creative plot.
The story follows an unsuspecting store owner with remarkably red hair who is being deceptively diverted from being present at his store most afternoons. This is accomplished through the ploy of a league designated for those with red hair of a specific hue, which turns out to be exclusively the hue of his hair. While displaced from his store over a series of weeks a devious employee is hard at work digging a tunnel under the store to access the vault of a neighboring bank.
Right in time, Sherlock pulls through with an accurate deduction, ever true to the iconic line “You see, but you do not observe.”
My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence. These little problems help me to do so.
Well, I never. I thought at first that you had done something clever, but I see that there was nothing in it after all.
I was always oppressed with a sense of my own stupidity in my dealings with Sherlock.
Omne ignotum pro magnifico, a thing that is not known is imagined to be a lot better than it really is.