George Mann - Associates of Sherlock Holmes

Stanley Hopkins, who makes his canonical debut in The Adventure of Black Peter, is described as a young police inspector so newly minted that he still retains the posture of a roundsman wearing an official uniform. In all the cases in which he appears, he evinces the utmost regard for Holmes, professing the admiration and respect of a pupil for the scientific methods of the famous amateur. Holmes, in turn, seems rather paternally amused by Hopkins, often attempting to steer him in the right direction without entirely giving the game away. This is the story of their first encounter.

Dearest Mum,

Thank you for the new muffler and fingerless gloves youre dead to rights in supposing a promotion calls for a fellow to look smart, and right to consider that I should have my hands free to boot! You worried over the colour, but its just the ticket. A nice, dignified navy will do very well with my brown ulster.

How strange and freeing it is to be out of blue livery and stalking the shadowed streets in neat tweeds! The lads from H Division hooted over my plainclothes at first, saying I looked a smug breed of pigeon, but there was no malice in it and they toasted me plentiful times calling out, Three cheers for our own Inspector Hopkins! down at the Bulls Head last week. (I didnt myself join in enough to mar the solemnity of my new station, I promise you.)

My musty cubby at the Yard is well-outfitted now, with maps and reference volumes, plentiful ink and paper, and a flask of brandy should any females be forced to consult me in a state of distress you understand Id never hope for such a thing, but we live in a dark city, and I mean to shed some light on it. My resolve has impossibly redoubled since the news came down I was to shed my uniform, and when Ive already thought of nothing else since well, you know best of anyone to what I refer.

Enough dark reflections. Probably youve read of this, but Sherlock Holmes himself has returned as if by miracle from the dead and is to practice independently again in London. What a weird and wonderful world! Before Id any inkling of joining the Peelers, I admired his brilliant methods (idolised Dad used to tease, remember?) and now to make inspector during the very week of his triumphant return from the depths what an absolute corker. I cant but think it providential, Mum, truly.

On that note: dare I surmise that the gloves and muffler suggest youre at peace with my occupation, and your disappointment over my not becoming a clergyman like Dad has faded?

Trusting I interpret your kindly gifts aright, as Im now to become a professional at reading the subtlest clues, I remain,

Dearest Mum,

Im sorry for thinking the muffler and gloves suggested you had come round to the notion of my being a policeman. Rest assured that I intend to prove you neednt simply make the best of a bad business, and can instead feel as proud as you would if I were delivering sermons (a task at which Ive many times told you Id be dismal). Remember all the occasions when Sherlock Holmess exploits led to Gods justice being served?

Thank you for the dried sausages they arrived quite safe, and I wrapped them against mice just as you said. Must beg pardon for brevity, as a strange teak box was just dredged from the Thames with something terrible in it. The other inspectors seem not to want to touch the business dare I hope that I might have the chance to test my mettle, and so soon?

In haste,

CONTENTS OF TEAK BOX MOST DISTRESSING STOP THANKFULLY CASE ASSIGNED TO ME STOP WILL FULLY APPRISE YOU AS SOON AS POSSIBLE STOP DUTY CALLS STOP YES I WILL BE CAREFUL

Too much has happened to set it all on paper but I must put my thoughts in proper order, no matter if Im grasping at snowflakes only to watch them dissolve. Here at Scotland Yard I feel as if Im starting my career afresh, and in a sense I am, and a warm glow lodges at the base of my spine whenever Im reminded of my new responsibilities. But Lord, it would be something fine to have one of my trusty H Division boys to natter with. Here the inspectors call out obscure jokes to one another I cant begin to savvy, and their eyes slide off the newly promoted when we pass in the crowded corridors. I dont blame them. Theyre overworked, and soon so shall I be. Headquarters smells of wearied sighs tinged with whiskey, shirt collars too long worn over interrogations and the filling out of forms.

And Ive no one to consult with over this confounded box.

But I mustnt pity myself, for that isnt quite true Inspector Lestrade visited me in one of the evidence lockers as I went through the contents, and though I know him to have been ensuring that a raw detective wouldnt botch the matter, I was thoroughly grateful.

All right, Inspector Hopkins, I think it is. What have you got yourself into on your first day that has everyone buzzing like an upturned hive?

Sweeping off his bowler, Inspector Lestrade frowned at me. I think he frowns to impart his words with weight rather than signal displeasure, though, and he needs all the gravitas he can muster, since the little fellow can hardly weigh more than eleven stone. He has brown hair and eyes, both several shades darker than mine, and I tried not to seem to be looking down at him even though I couldnt help it hardly anyone can.

Clearing my throat nervously, I began to answer.

But youre already through writing it up, I see, he said, interrupting me. Just pass that over and Ill check your form is correct.

I obeyed. Lestrade stood in full view of the peculiar not to say ghastly contents of the box, both objects resting upon the table, but hed every right to supervise my paperwork on my first go of it. The other sight seemed not to disturb him, as indeed it couldnt by this time shake me either.

A grunt emerged as the senior inspector scanned my notes:

Item: one large carved box

teak wood (foreign origin)

decorated with stylised lotus flowers (suggests Chinese import)

Contents: one severed forearm with hand: human, female

white flesh, decomposition not yet set in (recently amputated, not an outdoor worker)

mild swelling and discolouration (indicating submersion in river water for not more than five hours)

clean nail beds (respectable)

actual nails thin and cracked (poor health or nutrition)

no sign of ever having worn a ring (unmarried)

Lestrade raised his eyebrows, seemed about to speak, and frowned instead.

Something wrong, sir?

On the contrary.

Have I done well, then?

Not bad for a greenhand, He returned my report. Dont forget to sign and date everything. And I can tell you that although the brass latch is equipped with a lock, it wasnt used merely fastened. I opened it myself without a key.

Hastily, I bent to record this fact.

Lestrade rubbed at one temple fretfully. The arm looked much more poignant adrift on the sea of the large table than it had cradled in the ornate box. You came to us from H Division, I hear.

I did.

Well, we dont want any repeats of that business.

No, sir. If it sounded like a vow and not a mere reply, there was nothing to be done about it.