I know this sounds crazy when I say it, but I think my sister Rose really is Sherlock Holmes. How else can I credit what she achieved, during that long, strange summer of 1893? And when she was still only a girl of fifteen, no less? I mean, who ever heard of a girl of fifteen being a Detective?
The trouble started quickly. My family and I were minding our own business (that business being the opening of our hotel, the Delacroix), when the Emerald Serpent jewels showed up. They had come all the way from China, but they weren’t in our hotel safe for even twenty-four hours before somebody stole them. What’s worse, the blame for their theft fell right on my brother Bill, who was minding the hotel front desk when the jewels disappeared. Pretty soon, it seemed as though the whole town of Hope Springs was out to get him. Our hotel business fell right off, what with everybody in the area believing that the Delacroix family was a bunch of thieves. Dad was afraid we might even have to sell off our hotel.
But then Rose stepped in. Rose was interested in the Sherlock Holmes stories, and more than anything she wanted to be a detective when she grew up. Before I even had time to think about it, Rose and I were both trying to find the person who had really stolen the jewels. It was the right thing for us to be doing, but I knew we’d have to get it done quick. Poor Bill was already locked up in the town jail, and I had a bad feeling that if he wasn’t freed soon, some town hothead was going to do something a lot worse than wait for him to go to trial…
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About the Author
Jeremy Phillips has lived and worked in Spokane, Washington for most of his life. When he isn’t writing or keeping busy being a father and husband, he works as a Respiratory Therapist at several different hospitals. He lives in Spokane with his wife, children, dogs, and bonsai trees. This is his second novel.