Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - The Hasty Holiday - A New Sherlock Holmes Story

Episode Date: April 7, 2025

Tonight, you’ll hear the first part of a brand new Sherlock Holmes story called The Hasty Holiday. This is written by long-time contributor Gillian, who writes these Sherlock stories under Mabel Swift. The story is here. This story will be serialised in full on our sister show, Mysteries at Midnight. If you want to hear the whole story, please search for that Podcast on Apple, Spotify, Youtube, or your podcast player of choice and subscribe to the show to get all chapters of the Hasty Holiday. Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson receive a visit from a client by the name of Mrs Fairfax. She is highly concerned about the welfare of her sister, Miss Dorothy Davenport, and enlists their help. Mrs Fairfax tells them her sister left London suddenly and is now in Devon, apparently enjoying a holiday she won. Taking off on such notice is completely out of character for Miss Davenport, and her sister is worried Dorothy has been lured away for dubious reasons. Holmes and Watson begin to make investigations into the abrupt absence of Miss Davenport, and soon discover that the holiday could, indeed, be a ruse. But who would want Miss Davenport in Devon? And at such short notice? As they delve deeper into the mystery, they realise that some people in Dorothy’s life are not to be trusted. Can they solve the mystery before things take a turn for the worse? his story will be serialised in full on our sister show, Mysteries at Midnight. Sleep Cove Premium Become a Premium Member for Bonus Episodes & Ad-Free listening: Visit ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.sleepcove.com/support⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and become a Premium Member. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Get Instant Access⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ and sign up in two taps. The Sleep Cove Premium Feed includes: - Access to over 400 Ad-free Episodes - Regular Exclusive Bonus Episodes - A Back Catalogue of Dozens of Exclusive Episodes - Full Audiobooks like Alice in Wonderland - Your name read out on the Show - Our Love! Get your 7-day free trial:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://sleepcove.com/support⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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called The Hasty Holiday. is written by our long-time contributor, Ginian, who writes these Sherlock stories under the name Mabel Swift. I'll leave a link in the description to the book. This story is going to be serialized in full on our sister show Mysteries at Midnight. So if you want to hear the full story,

please search for that podcast on Apple, Spotify, YouTube or your podcast player of choice and subscribe to the show to get all the chapters and updates on the hasty holiday let me tell you about the story Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson receive a visit

from a client by the name of Mrs Fairfax she's highly concerned about the welfare of her sister Miss Dorothy Davenport, and in lists, Mrs. Fairfax tells them her sister left London suddenly, and is now in Devon, apparently enjoying a holiday she won. Taking off on such notice is completely out of character for Miss Davenport, and her sister is worried Dorothy has been lured away for dubious reasons. Holmes and Watson begin to make investigations into the abrupt absence of Miss Davenport and soon discover that the holiday could indeed be a ruse. But who would want this Davenport in Devon and at such short notice?

As they delve deeper into the mystery, they realise that some people in Dorothy's life are not to be trusted. Can they solve the mystery before things take a turn for the worse? So let's begin Chapter 1. It was early afternoon, and inside 221B Baker Street, Shura Coves and Dr John Watson relaxed in their respective armchairs. enjoying a brief respite from the bustling streets of London. Holmes, his eyes closed in contemplation, gently plucked at the strings of his violin,

while Watson perused the pages of their latest medical journal, occasionally making notes in the margins. Their tranquil moment was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Mrs Hudson, their landlady, poked her head into the room. Mr. Holmes, there's a Mrs. Agnes Fairfax here to see you. She seems quite distressed. Holmes's eyes snapped open and he set aside his violin. Send her in, Mrs. Hudson.

A moment later, a woman in her early 30s entered the room. She was dressed in a fashionable, though slightly worn ensemble, and her face, bore the unmistakable signs of worry and fatigue. Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson, she began, her voice trembling slightly. I apologize for the intrusion, but I desperately need your help. Watson rose from his chair, offering the woman a seat. Please, Mrs. Fairfax, sit down and tell us what troubles you as she settled into the offered chair. Mrs. Fairfax took a deep breath to compose herself.

It's my younger sister, Dorothy Davenport. She's gone missing, she paused, as if struggling to find the next words. While not missing, I don't suppose, but she has left London suddenly in peculiar circumstances, and I fear something dreadful may have happened to her. Holmes said, please Mrs. Fairfax, start from the beginning. When did you last see your sister? Mrs. Fairfax explained. Dorothy and I have a standing arrangement to meet for lunch on the first Saturday of every month,

which is today of course. I live in Birmingham with my husband and children. While Dorothy resides here in London, she works as a social secretary for Lord. and Lady Cavendish. These monthly meetings for lunch are a cherished tradition for us both. Watson nodded sympathetically

and said, and she failed to arrive for your scheduled lunch today. Mrs. Fairfax continued, she did, but I already knew she wasn't going to be there. Two days ago, I received a telegram from Dorothy, sent from a village in Devon.

She said she'd won a competition for a two-week holiday there, and wouldn't be able to make our monthly meeting. Holmes's eyebrows rose slightly, and this struck you as unusual, highly, highly unusual Mr. Holmes, Dorothy is not one for spontaneous trips or entering competitions, as far as I am aware. She's always been a sensible, reliable sort. I sent her return message to make sure she was okay, and to ask why she hadn't told me of her holiday.

earlier. She answered my telegram with a very brief note, saying she was fine, and I was not to worry. No explanation was given about the sudden trip away, while my imagination ran riot, and I imagined Dorothy had been kidnapped, or she had been blurred to that village in Devon, because of some terrible fate that awaited her. I was all for travelling down to Devon, despite the long journey. But my husband said Dorothy, was most likely taking a break from the stresses of her job.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, so I contacted the police. She stopped talking, and her mouth sat in a firm line. And what did the police tell you? Watson fron prompted gently. With a hint of annoyance in her voice, Mrs. Fairfax replied,

They treated me like a hysterical woman who had nothing better to do with her time than to worry about her sister. They agreed with what my husband said, and that Dorothy was most likely having a restful holiday, and the last thing she needed was a visit from the police to check up on her. Holmes frowned, I assume you emphasised how concerned you were, Mrs Fairfax. I most certainly did, Mr. Holmes.

Her grip on her handbag tightened But they didn't take me seriously Not at all And that's why I came here I only wished I'd come here sooner Goodness knows what may have happened to Dorothy Because of my delay

Home said gently Tell me Mrs Fairfax Does your sister have any reason to fear for her safety? As she mentioned any troubling incidents or individuals in her life recently. Mrs Fairfax shook her head. No, nothing of the sort. Dorothy is well liked by all who knew her. She's kind.

considerate, and utterly devoted to her work with the Cavanishes. I can't imagine anyone wishing her harm. Watson frowned thoughtfully. And you're certain she sent the telegram herself. Could someone else have sent it in her name? I never thought of that. I suppose it's possible. Mrs. Fairfax admitted.

but who would do such a thing and why? Holmes said, Mrs Fairfax, I understand your concern for your sister's well-being, while it is entirely possible that she did indeed win a holiday and took advantage of the opportunity for a rest, your insights should not be. dismissed. Watson and I will look into the matter and see if we can uncover any information regarding your sister's whereabouts and the circumstances surrounding her sudden departure.

Relief washed over Mrs. Fairfax's face. Thank you Mr. Holmes. I cannot tell you how much this means to me. I just want to know that Dorothy is safe and well, Watson offered the woman a reassuring smile. We would do our utmost to locate your sister, Mrs. Fairfax. In the meantime, if you can provide us with any additional information, her address here in London, her place of employment and the names of any close friends or acquaintances it would be most helpful Holmes added

and may we take those telegrams your sister sent to you has she given the address of where she is staying in Devon Mrs Fairfax nodded she has and it is a blessing to know that is her fake address. Tears sprang to her eyes.

I cannot stop thinking the worst about her, no matter how hard I try. Dr Watson handed her a handkerchief and said, I understand your concern. Really I do. We will deal with this matter, with utmost urgency. You have, my word, Holmes added his agreement,

smiling kindly at the distraught woman. Mrs. Fairfax dabbed at her eyes and composed herself. She handed the telegrams to Holmes and then gave the requested information about Dorothy, to Dr. Watson, once they had everything they needed, Holmes said, Where might we contact you, Mrs. Fairfax? Mrs. Fairfax replied, I wish I could stay in London longer,

but I have to return to Birmingham to look after my children. I suspect my husband is already at his. his wits end, after looking after the little ones in my absence. Do you contact me by Telegram, please? I'll give you the address of my nearest Telegram office. I shall call in there often to look for any messages from you. She smiled sadly. I suppose I could wait for telegram.

to be delivered to my house as normal, but I am so worried. Fresh tears came to her eyes, held up his hand. There is no need to explain your worries, Mrs. Fairfax. I will ensure that regular telegrams are sent to you. We will make some inquiries locally today and see what information we can uncover. about your sister's disappearance.

We will also jury to Devon and meet her in person. You will, Mrs. Fairfax asked. We will, Holmes confirmed. He smiled gently. Now, is there anything else you wish us to know, or anything you need from us? Mrs Fairfax stood I can't think of anything else

She smiled at them Thank you so much Mr Holmes Dr Watson I already feel a little better For knowing you are helping me Dr Watson escorted Mrs Agnes Fairfax

Out of the room And down the stairs Holmes heard as reassuring words to her drifting at the steps Once Mrs Fairfax had left the building Dr Watson returned to the living room and said Well Holmes What do you make of this

Holmes replied I believe we have a most intriguing case on our hands while Mrs. Vervax's concerns may prove unfounded, there is something about this sudden disappearance that doesn't sit right. Watson nodded in agreement. Concern filled his face. Let us hope that this mystery has a happy resolution for all involved. Chapter 2

Holmes glanced out of the window and saw Mrs Fairfax walking along the street dabbing at her eyes He said Watson

We must waste no time Our first stop Shall be the boarding-house Where Miss Devonport resides Perhaps there We may uncover some clues as to her sudden disappearance. Watson nodded in agreement,

already reaching for his hat and coat. The two men set off through the busning streets of London, their strides, purposeful, and their minds focused on the task at hand. It wasn't long before they arrived at the boarding house, where Dorothy Devonport lived in a maintained building with a modest but respectable exterior. Homes were wrapped sharply on the door, and moments later it swung open to reveal a woman in her late 50s. Her growing hair was pulled back into a neat bun and her keen eyes regarding

the visitors with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. Good afternoon, Madam. Holmes greeted, tipping his hat. I am Sherlock Holmes, and this is my associate, Dr. John Watson. Are you Mrs. Olive Key and the proprietress of this establishment? The woman's gaze narrowed slightly, but she nodded. I am, and what brings you gentlemen to my door? We were hoping to speak with you about one of your lodgers, and Miss Dorothy Davenport Holmes explained.

Mrs. King's suspicions seemed to deepen at the mention of Dorothy's name. And what, pray tell, is your interest in Miss Davenport? Watson stepped forward, his kind face and gentle demeanour serving to put their landlady slightly more at ease. We've been engaged by Miss Davenport's sister, Mrs. Agnes, Fairfax, who is deeply concerned about her well-being. After a moment's hesitation, Mrs. King stepped aside,

allowing the two men to enter. Very well, come into the parlour and we can discuss this further. Once settled, in the modest, but well-appointed room, homes began. Mrs. King, we understand,

that Miss Davenport recently departed on a sudden holiday. Her sister found this behaviour quite out of character and has asked us to look into the matter. Mrs King sighed, her hands folded primly in her lap. I must admit

I was surprised myself when Miss Davenport informed me of her plans. It was most unlike her to make such a decision on a whim. Watson nodded, Watson nodded, and did she have any indication as to where she was going or how long she was intended to be away? She mentioned having won a holiday to Devon to a village called Cloverley, I believe,

said she'd be gone for two weeks. Mrs King paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. But you know, even though it wasn't expected, I wasn't overly concerned. Miss Davenport is a sensible woman, and I have no doubt she'll return safely, when her holiday is through.

Holmes asked, and did you notice anything unusual about her behaviour in the days leading up to her departure? Any changes in routine or demeanour? Mrs. King considered the question for a moment. No, not really. She seemed her usual self.

Holmes took a moment's pause to ask his next question. Did Miss Davenport have any unusual visitors recently, or any letters that may have caused her some concern? The only letter she received was the one informing her about the holiday, not that I saw it, Mrs. King replied for any unusual visitors. No, she didn't. She seldom receives any visitors at all. Holmes rose from his seat. Mrs. King, I think it would be most helpful if it could take a look at Miss Davenport's room. It may hold some clues. It may hold some clues. as to her state of mind before the departure.

Mrs. King's eyes widened at Holmes' request, her expression shifting from one of polite concern to outright indignation. I beg your pardon, Mr Holmes, she said, her voice rising slightly. But I absolutely cannot allow you or Dr. Watson to enter Miss Devonport's room. It is strictly against the rules of this establishment for males to enter the rooms of my tenants. Holmes said, Mrs. King, I assure you that our intentions are purely investigative. We have no desire to compromise the reputation of your boarding-house or to cause any discomfort to other lodgers.

But the landlady was having none of it. She rose from her seat, her posture rigid, and her face sat in a stern expression. Mr Holmes, I have run this boarding house for many years and I have done so by maintaining a strict code of conduct no men under any circumstances are permitted to enter the private rooms of my lodges and that insist that you respect my rules

Mrs. King, we do apologize for any offense. We certainly don't wish to cause any trouble. Mrs. King turned her steely gaze upon the doctor. Dr. Watson, while I appreciate your apology, I'm afraid my decision is final. I must ask you, and Mr. Holmes, to leave now. I have nothing further to say on the matter, and I no longer wish, to discuss Miss Davenport's private life with you. Holmes, realizing that further persuasion would be futile, said, Very well, Mrs. King, we shall take our leave.

Thank you for your time. With that, the two men made their way out of the boarding house, the door closing firmly behind them. Once on the path outside, Holmes turned to Watson. A thoughtful expression on his face, it seems we've reached an impasse, Watson. he said his eyes narrowing slightly. Mrs. King is clearly a formidable woman and her dedication to her rules is admirable if somewhat inconvenient for our purposes.

Watson nodded, his brow furrowed, but where does that leave us if we can't access Miss Devonport's room. How are we to proceed with our investigation? Homes replied, Fear not, my dear Wulson, I have a solution in mind. We shall need to enlist the help of someone who can navigate the inner workings of the boarding house without any objections from Mrs. King. What do you have in mind, Holmes?

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