T HE C ASE
OF THE
P ECULIAR P INK F AN
T HE C ASE
OF THE
P ECULIAR P INK F AN
AN ENOLA HOLMES MYSTERY
NANCY SPRINGER
PHILOMEL BOOKS
To my mother
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Springer, Nancy. The case of the peculiar pink fan: an Enola Holmes mystery / Nancy Springer.
p. cm. Summary: Fourteen-year-old Enola Holmes, younger sister of the famous detective, Sherlock, endeavors to save her friend Lady Cecily from an arranged marriage.
[1. Arranged marriageFiction. 2. Lost and found possessionsFiction.
3. Characters in literatureFiction. 4. London (England)History19th centuryFiction.
5. Great BritainHistory19th centuryFiction.
6. Mystery and detective stories.] I. Title.
PZ7.S76846Cat 2008 [Fic]dc22 2008006933
ISBN: 9781101358085
A LSO BY N ANCY S PRINGER
T HE E NOLA H OLMES M YSTERIES
The Case of the Missing Marquess
The Case of the Left-Handed Lady
The Case of the Bizarre Bouquets
T HE T ALES OF R OWAN H OOD
Rowan Hood, Outlaw Girl of Sherwood Forest
Lionclaw
Outlaw Princess of Sherwood
Wild Boy
Rowan Hood Returns, the Final Chapter
T HE T ALES FROM C AMELOT
I am Mordred
I am Morgan le Fay
Ribbiting Tales
CONTENTS
M AY , 1889
I T HAS NOW BEEN MORE THAN EIGHT MONTHS SINCE the girl went missing
The girl has a name, my dear Mycroft, interrupts Sherlock with only a slight edge in his voice, mindful that he is his brothers dinner-guest. Mycroft, an excellent host despite his reclusive ways, has waited until the wood-pigeon pie with currant sauce has been despatched before addressing the unpleasant problem of their youthful sister, Enola Holmes.
Enola. Nor, alas, did she go missing in any usual sense of the term, adds Sherlock in quieter, almost whimsical tones. She rebelled, she bolted, and she has actively eluded us.
But that is not all she has actively done. Grunting as his frontal amplitude gets in his way, Mycroft leans forward and reaches for the cut-glass decanter.
Aware that Mycroft has something of essence to say, Sherlock waits silently while his older brother refills their glasses with the excellent beverage that is making this conversation palatable. Both men have loosened their high starched collars and black ties.
Mycroft sips his drink before he continues speaking in his usual ponderous and irritating way. During that eight-month period of time she has been instrumental in rescuing three missing persons, and in bringing three dangerous criminals to justice.
I had noticed, Sherlock acknowledges. What of it?
Do you not detect a most alarming pattern in her activities?
Not at all. Sheerest happenstance. The case of the Marquess of Basilwether she stumbled across. Lady Cecily Alistair she found while administering charity upon the streets in her guise as a nun. And
And she just happened to be able to identify the kidnapper?
Sherlock stares down Mycrofts acid comment. And, as I was going to say, concerning Watsons disappearance, if he were not so publicly linked with me, would she have become involved?
You do not know how or why she became involved. You still do not know how she found him.
No, admits Sherlock Holmes, I do not. Partially due to the mellowing influence of his brothers well-aged port wine, and partially due to the passing of time and certain events that have occurred, thoughts of his runaway sister no longer cause him sharp chagrin and even more keen anxiety. And it is not the first time she has outwitted me, he says, almost with pride.
Bah. What good will such tricks and temerity do her when she becomes a woman?
Little enough, I suppose. She is a true daughter of our Suffragist mother. But at least for the moment, I no longer fear for her safety. Evidently she is quite able to take care of herself.
Mycroft gestures as if brushing away an irritating insect. That is not the point. It is the girls future that is at stake, not her immediate survival. What is to become of her in a few years? No gentleman of any means will wed such an independent young woman who interests herself in criminal activities!
She is only fourteen, Mycroft, Sherlock points out patiently. When she reaches courting age, I doubt she will any longer carry a dagger in her bosom.
Mycroft arches his thorny eyebrows. You think she will eventually conform to societys expectations? You, who refused to take a degree in any recognised field, instead inventing your own calling and livelihood?
The worlds first and only private consulting detective gestures dismissively. She is female, my dear Mycroft. The biological imperatives of her sex urge her to nest and procreate. The first stirrings of womanly maturity will impel her
Bah! Balderdash! Mycroft can no longer restrain his asperity. You really think our renegade sister will settle down to find herself a husband
Why, what do you think she will do? retorts Sherlock, a bit stung; the great detective is unaccustomed to the word balderdash as applied to his pronouncements. Perhaps she intends to make a life-long career of finding missing persons and apprehending evildoers?
It is possible.
What, you believe she might set herself up in business? As my competition? Sherlocks annoyance gives way to amusement; he begins to chuckle.
Mycroft says quietly, I would not put it beyond her.
Youll have her smoking cigars next! Sherlock Holmes laughs heartily now. Have you forgotten our sister is just a wayward child? She cannot possibly possess such fixity of purpose. Preposterous, my dear Mycroft, utterly preposterous!
C HAPTER THE F IRST
S O FAR, MY ONLY CLIENTS AS D R. R AGOSTIN, Scientific Perditorian had been a stout, elderly widow anxious to find her lost lapdog; a frightened lady who could not locate a valuable heart-shaped ruby which had been given to her by her husband; and an army general whose most cherished souvenir of the Crimean War had disappeared, namely, his bullet-riddled leg-bone signed by the field doctor who had amputated it.
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