Sherlock Holmes Pulp: Sherlock Holmes, #25

By Michael John Light

How do you stop a cult that uses diabolical forces to alter and change people until they are dead?

A cult that defies logic, defies imagination,defies all norms.

A deadly cult that worships a deadly god.

A god that demands obedience!

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Pirillo
• Release date: Sep 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386923541

Book preview

Pulp

The screams rose into the night.

They stood silently watching, forming a rough circle about the poor human stuck in the center.

The woman in the middle screamed again.

The members continued chanting as she did.

A man, whose face and body were hidden in thick robes and hood, stood outside the circle, watching silently.

He raised his hands and a burst of flames rose about the stricken woman.

The members continued chanting.

The man dropped his hands.

The flames engulfed the woman.

When the flames left, the chanters were frozen before what they now saw.

The woman had changed.

Her eyes opened up slowly as if from a dream. Then she saw what she had become.

She screamed.

221B Baker Street

C heckmate!

Challenger pounded the table with a meaty fist and cursed, You cheated, Conan!

Conan began reseating all the players for a new game and ignored Challenger.

Watson, who sat next to Mrs. Hudson with his hands in the air, holding the knitting thread of Mrs. Hudson as she knit, grinned.

You sound worse than a Cheshire cat screaming for its mate, Challenger.

At least the dratted cat has hopes of some kind of satisfaction in the end of it all, he hissed.

Conan finally spoke up. Your turn.

Challenger turned back around from speaking to Watson and immediately moved his knight out in front of the pawn on its left.

He gave Conan a scary look. This time, anything goes!

Watson shook his head and smiled at Mrs. Hudson, who loved having her family about her. Just like old times.

Every night, she told him, repressing a giggle.

Well almost every night, Holmes said as he came into the room from downstairs, where he had just entered from the street.

Watson, soon as you are through holding the thread, we have a new case to attend to.

Watson sighed. Why are they always when it’s so late at night and so close to dinner time?

Challenger peered over at his friend. Because the night hates you, Watson.

He burst into laughter.

Conan shook his head and then said, Checkmate!

Challenger roared angrily, and then stood up.

Holmes, mind if I tag along? I need to do something to clear this dratted game from my head.

He leaned close to Holmes and whispered, And to get away from that dratted cheater!

I heard that, Challenger! Conan roared.

Holmes smiled.

Wooden Man

Clifford Marks, or Cliffy, as he was called by his chums, leaned on his cane at the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for his cab to arrive. It always arrived punctually at MidBells, but for some reason this night it was late.

Are you okay, Cliffy? The night manager of the Gentleman’s Club asked as he stepped outside to lock the front door.

Fine, George, he told the man.

George was a stout man with a brisk mustache that quivered when he laughed and dancing eyes. Everyone loved him. He always made them feel special, which