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THE REVENGE OF SHERLOCK HOLMES
Phil Growick



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First edition published in 2014 by MX Publishing
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Acknowledgements
“Grateful acknowledgment to Conan Doyle Estate Ltd. for permission to use the Sherlock Holmes characters created by the late Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.”



Dedication
This is for Bennett
And Maiju, always Maiju



Author’s Note
Many of the characters in this book are historical personages. In this narrative, as well as in history, all were as described herein. However, I’ve taken certain license with timeframe and characters’ ages.
A note about particular Americans, however, is needed. While most of the world may not be familiar with Lucky Luciano, Meyer Lansky, Bugsy Siegel or Arnold Rothstein, these men, founders of what would become organized crime in America, have, through books, movies and time, achieved the mythos akin to Britain’s Robin Hood.
But these men robbed from rich and poor alike, killed and organized crime on a global scale.
A further word, though this about their unique speech patterns. These men were children of recent European immigrants, or immigrants themselves. They spoke the English of the New York City streets; more harsh and hurried than we might wish.
In their speech, they frequently dropped the “g” at the end of any verb, and seemed to forget that the word “to” had an “o” attached; so that the words would flow as in “I’m goin’ t’ the bar.”; and is written as such.
One advantage of their speech was that more educated individuals might mistake their guttural utterances as a sign of lower intelligence; which, in many instances, was a fatal mistake.
It was not a foreign language they were speaking; just lower East Side Manhattan English, circa 1920. And the ethnic slurs they slung at members of any group other than their own, were the norm of the streets at that time. Bullets and bigotry.
Finally, a certain event, herein, may prove evocative of the motion picture, The Godfather . In this narrative, however, the event and the people involved are portrayed as it actually happened.



Historical Characters
British
Sidney Reilly, SIS (Secret Intelligence Service), Master Spy.
David Lloyd George, Former Prime Minister of England.
Winston Churchill, former First Lord of the Admiralty.
RUSSIAN
The Romanovs, The Imperial Russian Family.
Vladmir Illyich Lenin, Leader of the Bolsheviks.
Leon Trostky, Commander of the Bolshevik Red Army.
Stalin, Enemy of Trotsky and a rising Bolshevik.
AMERICAN
Charles “Lucky” Luciano and Meyer Lansky, The men who organized crime in the United States.
Benjamin “Bugsy” Siegel, The closest mobster associate of Luciano and Lansky.
Al Capone, The gangland boss of Chicago.
Salvatore Maranzano and Guiseppe Masseria, the bosses who started the Castellammarese War in New York City.
Legs Diamond, Dutch Schultz, Kid Twsit Reles, Lepke Buchhalter, young mobsters who helped Luciano, Lansky and Siegel.
Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks, Hollywood royalty.



Preface
Although I introduced myself when The Secret Journal of Dr. Watson , was first published, I thought it best to do it again.
I’m Dr. John Watson, the grandson of the more illustrious bearer of that name; the man who not only chronicled the adventures of Sherlock Holmes, but was his invaluable colleague and dearest friend.
It’s been about a year since The Secret Journal of Dr. Watson was published, back in September of 1994; a year that’s not only changed my and my family’s lives, but has changed history with a venal velocity I wasn’t prepared for.
None of us privy to the contents of that journal, except for my grandfather, its author, were prepared. His warnings to me are right there in that journal.
Unless you’ve been living in a cave or under a rock or out in the outback, I’m not sure that you still wouldn’t have heard the outcry. And if you haven’t read or heard about my grandfather’s secret journal, here’s a very brief synopsis; although it might be wise if you read The Secret Journal of Dr. Watson before beginning this:
In June of 1918, as WWI dragged on and the Russian Revolution wasn’t even one year past, King George V and the serving Prime Minster, David Lloyd George, asked Sherlock Holmes to go into Russia and rescue the Romanovs, the Russian Royal family; close cousins to the King and under orders of execution by the Bolsheviks. This request was made in the most confidential manner, of course.
My grandfather had to accompany Holmes because the Tsarevich Alexi was a haemophiliac and would need constant medical attention. Holmes was told he would be met by special people in Russia, already in place, who would help him with the rescue. The most of important of these special people was Sidney Reilly, SIS, master spy.
But as Holmes and my grandfather soon learned, they were not sure who to trust with their lives, much less that of the Romanovs. All this led to the subsequent death of Holmes by the Germans and the chronicle my grandfather wrote describing Holmes’ heroic last adventure, in service to his King and country.
All epic deceit.
Because of world veneration of Sherlock Holmes and my grandfather, and my grandfather’s revelations in his secret journal about the truth of Holmes’ death and the rescue of the Imperial Romanovs, the British government came under intense global, political attack.
And who could blame the world? Certainly I wouldn’t. I’m the one who gave the journal over for publication, positive that it did not offend The Official Secrets Act of1911. I’m the one who was the first to be so shocked and outraged.
But this is now and that was then and therein lays the continuing problem. Because what happened then, if it’s all true, and which, of course, I believe it wholeheartedly to be, may shape current world events in ways we can’t even imagine.
For instance: if there are legitimate direct royal Romanov claimants to the throne of Russia, given that deflated behemoth’s ongoing internal problems, couldn’t this further destabilize the delicate political and social fabric there, so precarious already?
Then what would happen should Russia fragment further? But I’d rather not dwell on that here. In fact, I shiver at the thought. Funny, it seems that we need a stable Russia now, just as we did back then. The more things change, etc.
But I have a different story to tell. A continuation of the bizarre events of my grandfather’s secret journal; answers to the questions I put forward at the end of that journal, and that the whole world has been asking me to answer ever since.
My word, is there any among you who have not seen me on the pages of your daily newspapers, or in the magazines, or on the TV chat shows, or heard me on the radio?
I’ve been interviewed and written about by so many people with such varied agendas that I’ve virtually given up my practice and devoted this past year to speaking about my grandfather’s journal.
The monies or stipends received, except for expenses, have all been donated to various recognised charities; as has been attested to by the various and sundry media. If you ask how my wife, Joan, and our sons were to live, I already had money saved as a successful physician and from a comfortable inheritance from Joan’s father’s business; which had been sold upon his death in 1980.
And I most certainly have not uttered one syllable about the answers to the questions the journal raised.
Until now.
Also, for the past year the whole world has also been trying to discover the incognito identity of Sidney Romanov-Reilly. But to no avail. Only I know who he is, although I don’t know where he is, nor how to contact him. He’s always contacted me and I’ve not heard from him since a few days after our first meeting.
In fact, one of the conditions of me learning about what happened to Holmes and the Romanovs and Clay and the others, was that I wouldn’t disclose this information until one year had passed after the journal’s publication. One year for the world to digest the material, acquire acute dyspepsia from it, recover, and then, when things had sorted themselves out, sort of, the final revelations were to be divulged; which would probably start the process all over again.
And this time, with new people added to the mystery; as seemingly disparate and disconnected as Winston Churchill, Babe Ruth, Al Capone and Lenin.



Sidney, Again
I’ll begin on the afternoon of August 11, 1993; after Sidney and I first met early that morning and when he said he wou