((New) An Interview with Sherlock Holmes, Harry Houdini and Doctor John Watson. Parts 1 and 2 by John Pirillo fixing a cut and paste disaster
I apologize for any confusion the mixup in the post was and hereby submit both interviews in one post for your reading pleasure.
An Interview with Sherlock Holmes, Harry Houdini and Doctor John Watson. Part One.
A terse description of Sherlock Holmes might be sharp as an eagle, determined, relentless, determined and driven to know the truth.
A longer one might be that he is a man of many talents, a mystery even to himself at times, a mystic and a leader of men.
Presented today is a brief interview I was fortunate enough to have with the distinguished gentleman when he came into our world with his good friend Harry Houdini and his partner Doctor John Watson in search of a predator who was determined to assassinate one of our leading Presidents. Why he would go so far as to interfere in our world's politics, I hope this short interview might enlighten you as to.
I apologize for any errors that might appear as I tend to do the transcribing quite late at night so as not to disturb my family.
Because of the nature of the interview and its length, it might be interrupted at times to allow for me to either edit something I previously had more to add to, or to add more information that I remember that was not recorded.
Author and Biographer,
March 10th, 2010
A location I am not at liberty to divulge
Mister Holmes is seated with me, his good friend Harry Houdini and Doctor John Watson in a friendly manner of intimate friends. I feel honored that he has included me in his circle of friends, despite our rather brief relationship.
Contrary to many views of him in literature, his nose is not so sharp, nor does he always wear a cape and deerstalker hat. When he travels between worlds, as he has this day, and when he intermingles with the populace of a new land, he assumes the clothing common to that time or place. So were you to bump into him, you might totally miss what you had done.
Today, he sits in an easy chair, right leg crossed over the left, wearing jeans and Nikes. His hat is a baseball hat devoid of team attachment and placed backwards on his head, as is the style these days. He wears a plaid shirt and white tie with a "Global Warming" is real button on its lapel.
He does not smoke his pipe in deference to my own dislike of smoke, but instead chews gum, which he has found to be a charming side aspect of his journey here and a pleasing find.
Doctor Watson does, however, continue to wear a traditional British suit, and carry his black medical bag.
"Always have to be ready." He assured me before we sat for this interview.
Harry, on the other hand, is quite the visual find. He is a dandy of the first kind, colorful and bright in every way. Had he been born in the Sixties he would have fit right in, but of course in Victorian London he has to squash his more outlandish tastes to accommodate the more proper English ways.
"First of all, I'd like to thank you gentlemen for taking the time to allow this interview. I realize you are all quite busy with your current pursuit."
Sherlock looked at me in that classic pose and said, "Our pleasure, Mister Pirillo. You've done such a fine job keeping track of our exploits that even Watson here has had to retire from his journal."
Watson gave Sherlock a scowl.
"Not that that was ever a problem for me."
Watson brightened a moment, then realized Sherlock was working his emotions as usual. "That may be, but I still intend to take charge of our biography at some point again." Beneath his breath. "If we can every find a moment of peace, that is. Bloody hell if that ever happens!"
Watson scowled a moment at me, then smiled. "I apologize for my rudeness, it's the stress of the chase. My Victorian manners are taking a nasty beating from it I suspect."
"No problem." I told him.
Watson leaned closer from his chair and asked in a hopeful manner. "You wouldn't, perhaps, happen to have some scones, would you?"
I got up and went into the kitchnette of our meeting place, came back out with a steaming pot of coffee and a large plate of scones. Watson's eyes lit up as they usually did when presented with the pleasant challenge of eating down a plate of scones.
"I shall love you forever."
I laughed. "I'll settle for continuing this interview."
Harry took a scone on a napkin onto his lap, then poured some coffee. "I hear this city is famous for magicians."
"Not so famous as you, Harry." I told him proudly.
He gave me a grateful look.
"I'd very much appreciate it if you could guide me to a local magician's show, I'd like to see more of what your world considers magic."
"My pleasure. I'd love to, Harry."
At that particular moment I checked my cell phone. I'd forgotten to recharge it that morning, but I thought we'd have enough to record the interview. I was mistaken of course.
"That's an odd device, Mister Pirillo." He pointed to my cell phone which was peeping from my shirt pocket. I wore a crisp white starched shirt and tie in honor of the men visiting me. Wanted them to feel as comfortable as possible.
"It allows us to communicate with each other."
Sherlock plucked it from my pocket and rolled it around in his hands, his eyes taking in the shape and details of it. It lit up when he touched its face, revealing a clock, weather and time.
"Absolutely stunning." He commented, handing it back to me.
One thing I've learned over the years when I meet with them is that they are quite forward and pretty much unafraid of saying or doing anything, unless it was improper. Evidently, snatching cell phones from a person's pocket did not fit in the latter catergory.
Sherlock gave me that steely gaze. "I believe I've offended you."
"Not in the least." I lied.
He smiled. Didn't believe it for a moment. But for the honor of both our sakes, he lapsed into silence.
Harry finished his scone the same time as Watson and reached for another. "I seem to remember seeing Wells and Jules with such a device when I traveled with them last time in the Master of the World."
He stopped eating for a moment, as if the thought he spoke next struck him as significant. "You wouldn't happen to know them as well, would you?"
Again, Sherlock gave me that piercing look. He knew I had. It was obvious because it took me longer than usual to cover my tracks. "Uh. Briefly. Never for long."
When in fact I had spent a great deal of time with them, as well as Stephen Hawking, who had helped them with working out the String Theory they had been working on and utilized in their amazing vessel.
"I believe our host would like to start the interview." Sherlock reminded everyone. "And our time is running short. We have to make that..."
"Tram." I told him.
"Tram before it embarks."
Watson wiped his mouth and sighed. "You have our deepest apologies. It's just such a relief to come to a world that has so little violence in it."
"Why are you laughing?" He asked ,surprised at my response.
"Nothing. I'll tell you next time. And I'll also give each of you a cell phone next time for you to play with."
Their faces lit up like a child's might. Even the Master Detective licked his lips in anticipation, though I'm sure had he wanted one, he could have easily managed to take it without being noticed.
"Okay, let's begin."
"Doctor Watson, let's begin with you."
Watson blushed. "Surely Sherlock is more interesting than I?
"Everyone knows you are a modest man." I looked at Sherlock as well. "Even you. Though Harry..." I laughed. "Harry not so much."
Harry laughed too. "Read me like a book."
I smiled back at him, then turned my attention to Watson again. "My reading audience is intrigued by your tenacity when following a case with Mister Holmes."
II looked at Sherlock and he nodded his head, indicating he was okay with the direction I was heading. "Have you ever found a time when the danger of such missions created a...uh...chance of you harming those you love, and in particular harming your friendship with Mister Holmes?
Watson leaned forward and put his chin between his hands, thinking deeply on what to speak next, then he looked up. "The one time that comes prominently to my mind was when I and Sherlock..." Smiles at his friend. "...were on a special mission to the East India Isles."
Sherlock's face grew alarmed briefly. " John, you never spoke of that as being a worrisome time for you. This is most alarming."
"I didnt' mean to frighten you, Sherlock, but sometimes a man has to remain quiet for his own honor's sake." Watson gave Sherlock an apologetic look. "I didn't want to burden you more than you already were.
Sherlock reached across Harry and pressed Watson's right knee in an uncharacterically warm gesture. "You will never be a burden to me, Watson. Ever!"
As I watched that brief illumination of the depth of their friendship, I couldn't help but feel tears touch my eyes. The warmth between these men, despite current literature, is vast and strong. Though I have to remind my audience that this Sherlock is not the original one, who died most foully at the hands of that monster Professor Moriarity. This Sherlock comes from one of the overlapping dimensions wherein he lost his good friend Watson. So both these men had a tremendous history of loss and I could sense the depth of love they bore towards each other because of that and their renewed friendship from their meeting on their present world.
Harry poured another cup of coffee, then plucked a yellow packet up. I shook my head at him. "What's wrong?"
"Poison your body." I told him.
"Then why are you serving it."
"I didn't. The maid is forced to add it to t he serving."
"Oh, I see, on your world maids poison the hotel guests."
I laughed. "Something like that."
He gave me a blank look, then reached for a plastic wrapped container of honey. He held it up. I nodded okay.
Harry plucked it open, then poured it into his new cup of coffee as he spoke. "I have to admit Holmes that it was I, not Watson, who put a damper on that episode."
"I knew that if you forced Watson to rush back to the rescue of Mrs. Hudson, you would also be rushing back to your death, as it was a trap for all of us. The only thing to do was to keep you with us and expediently return to rescue Mrs. Hudson, whom my magic told me was safe enough at that time."
Sherlock gave Harry a stern look. "We will talk about this further later." Ominous pause. "After our interview is completed."
Watson turned to eye Harry angrily. "Both of us will."
Harry exhibited his usual pomp and shrugged. "What will be, will be."
"We were on the trail of an especially murderous villain, related to the Hollow Man. We had discovered his presence through the help of our good friend, Captain Nemo." Watson went on, ignoring Harry for the moment. These men had a temptuous relationship at times, but loved each other dearly. I know. I've chronicled their lives for years now.
"I still can't get over how all these famous men live in your world at the same time. You, Harry, Sherlock, Watson, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle." I remarked, adjusting the notes on my lap. I had meant to go more deeply into that incident, but saw now that might be starting a fire I wouldn't be able to put out. So I diverged into a different and hopefully safer direction.
Watson shrugged. "You forget the good Count Dracula, Robert Louis Stevenson, Madame Curie."
"Nonsense, Watson. He knows of them all." Sherlock cut in.
"True, Sherlock, but his audience doesn't know of all."
"Nor will they if you keep interrupting him." Harry added.
Both Sherlock and Watson gave him scowls. Harry shuffled uneasily on his chair and plunged into the scones again to divert attention away from himself.
Watson looked back at me. "Have you not written us that way? How could it be any other then?"
My eyes began to water again. My writing had opened doors that I never thought possible and having these great men in the same room with me, is as wonderful as it is for some of you to have a Beatle, a Sandra Bullock, a George Lucas or Steven Spielberg. For me it's always been my Victorian friends.
I went on. "And yet, despite what I write of you, your lives continue unabated without a single further input from me. Why is that?
They all looked at each other, but Sherlock answered. "I can enlighten you as to that, Mister Pirillo."
Everyone looked at him , including me.
"Einstein and Edison have come up with a theory that encompasses the relativity of our two dimensions and all the others that overlap each other and ours.
I'm sure my eyes must have lit up at that moment. I knew what I had written, but they were about to tell me what they had discovered on their own without my input.
"I'd love to hear it."
(At that point I had to stop because my cell phone went black. The power had drained out. It would take at least an hour to charge it up again.
Please forgive me for this small break, because I have to recharge it.
All my work is being encoded and typed for me on my computer as I interview our esteemed gentlemen by a program called Dragon Naturally Speaking.
I will return later in the day with further elements of this interviews as I am able.
An Interview with Sherlock Holmes, Harry Houdini and Doctor John Watson. Part Two.
As I explained yesterday, I have decided to put the interview into a different format, as the other one seemed a bit confusing, even to me, and as the purpose of this site is to continue the excitment of the Baker Street Universe, it's important to me that we not lose the vigor and vitality of the heroes of that universe.
So today I present Part Two again, but expanded and hopefully a lot easier and fun to read.
Our interview was interrupted by my cell phone running too low on power. Now I have repowered it and can continue with transcribing the text of my very lively conversation with three of the world's greatest men: Sherlock Holmes, Doctor John Watson and Harry Houdini.
Author and Biographer,
March 10th, 2010
A location I am not at liberty to divulge
"Now that I've recharged my phone, I'd like to continue where we left off."
"Please do proceed." Sherlock replies. "Oh, and I'd like one of those chargers as well. I'm sure TEsla and Edison would have fun playing with both devices."
"I'm sure they would." I replied. "So you were going to mention Einstein.
"And Edison. Don't forget Edison. He and Tesla are very good friends and Einstein works with both of them as a consultant and friend. He's been very helpful to many of the inventions we've released to the public in London, as well as in helping us solve some very peculiar and sometimes quite dangerous circumstances." Watson pointed out.
"I agree." Harry added. "I remember the time he saved my ass when I got caught in a time swirl created by the despicable Hyde."
"Remarkable." I commented. "On our world he's been gone for many, many years. I'm sure had he lived longer much would have been different here."
"Seems so anyway." Sherlock said cynically. "Though a bit askew what our Einstein would prefer or h ave wanted to be part of. I still don't understand you people are so fascinated with killing each other. So many guns. In our England guns are only the property of the Constables, and they only use them as a last resort."
"That's even more remarkable." I said enthusiastically. "There are many citizens here who protest the use of guns, but a very well monied lobby of individuals have kept government from preventing the negligent use of guns."
Watson snorted. "More than likely paid off by those indviduals, I should think."
"Watson! That's rather mean of you!"
Watson blushed. "It's true, isn't it." He said, looking at my face.
I couldn't lie to him. "I wish it were not. The America of this world has lost a lot of its freedom to the wealthy."
"It was once so in our Victorian England." Harry admited, but since the rule of Queen Mary of Scots, God bless her soul, the rich have become less ostentatious..."
"And more likely to share their abundance with the lesser endowed." Sherlock added.
"That's great!" I said. "But how does one person manage what so many cannot?"
"She is honest."
I sat there in a stunned silence for a time, for on our world, honesty seems to be for sale so much of the time.
"Well, no matter." I finally said, after a long pause. "Shall we continue?"
"Indeed." Watson agreed. "Einstein believes, based on calculations he made, and with which Edison and eventually Tesla as well helped in fleshing out, that our world...dimension if you will...not your world, of course.
"That our worlds overlap each other. "
At that point he took out three bracelets that he kept in his bag for certain occasions, which I will explain at a later date.
"It's like this." He explained.
He laid down first one bracelet, shaped it into a rough circle, then proceeded to overlap two more bracelets, like you shall see in the illustration I have provided below. I would have included the photo I took, but didn't feel it made much of a difference in the presentation of the idea. If any of you are later on interested in seeing the original photo, I shall be most happy to provide such.
Doctor Watson finished the design and then said, "Let's assume the middle circle is our Victorian England, London, where Mary Queen of Scots rules. Now the upper circle is your own world and dimension. The lower one is another one, which is, as yet unexplored and unnamed, but for clarity's sake, we will call Earth three...ours being one, yours being two.
I frowned. "That concept is quite old in our literature, but I hardly ever thought it a reality, let alone a possibility, though some of our scientists like Stephen Hawking believe in multiple dimensions...I'm just not certain their concept inlcludes alternate realities and duplicates of ourselves."
I touched the upper bracelet and looked at Watson. "How do we know that your world is the one in the middle?
Sherlock laughed. "My dear, Mister Pirillo, poor Watson here is already far out of his own intellectual boundaries, do not confuse him further with such details."
Watson scowled at Sherlock. "I'll have you know that I spent an entire week with her majesty, Tesla and Einstein going over these principles."
Sherlock frowned. "You never told me about that?"
Vexing. "You'd be suprised how much I have never told you."
Surprised at the complexity of their relationship, which I was then seeing was quite a bit more vigorous than portrayed in literature, by me or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, I proceeded to intervene as a good host should.
"I'm sure the both of you will have more than enough time to iron all of this out. What with all the adventures you administer, and the services to the public, I don't see how the two of you have any time whatsover to communicate at all sometimes."
Watson nodded. "True. By Jove, sometimes I feel like a top spinning on the pavement, twirled this way and that."
Sherlock nodded. "It can be a it much at times."
Harry grinned, and took another scone to eat. "These are really good. How are they made?"
He frowned. "What's organice?"
"Food without toxic chemicals."
He almost choked on his bite. "You serve toxic food to each other here?"
I didn't reply. I didn't have to. The look in my eyes told him everything.
He took his hat off and set it beside him. "You have my sincere apologies. I didn't realize your people were so afflicted."
Wanting to divert back to the interview again, I proceeded. "
"Very kind of you to say. But please, go on, you were saying...?"
Sherlock steeples his fingers together in a classic pose, squints at them a moment, then gazes into my face with that hawk like gaze. "Mind if I continue, Watson?"
"Not at all, Holmes. Please do. While you do so, I shall take advantage of these wonderful scones to help them from going stale."
I smiled the same time as Sherlock, who then said. "For all intents and purposes each world is number one to its inhabitants, and so to arbitrarily call one the First would be a great injustice to those peoples who inhabit the worlds."
"Jolly well spoken, Holmes."
(Portrait of Harry Houdini)
Watson wiped his mouth with one of the napkins I had provided, took a large gulp of his coffee, then leaned forward and tapped the overlapping bracelets. "So..."
I gave him a smile and nodded for him to proceed. Sherlock, meanwhile, took out a small notebook and began scribblng furiously in it. Something which I am not now allowed to divulge, but shall certainly do so once they have lifted their restrictions upon what I can or can not reveal to my dear audience.
"So, John...as you can see from the diagram, one can easily slip from one worldly dimension to the next as there are numerous points of contact, much like Fairie overlaps our own world, and once did yours as well until Merlin separated the realms.
"You knew Merlin?"
Harry grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "Not knew. Know. He is quite alive and well, thank you. Besides, who do you think taught me all I know...or a lot of it?
Both Holmes and Watson laugh at that attempt at humility, which has failed miserably.
"Then am I to understand that I can go to your world as well as you to mine?
Sherlock nodded. "Without a doubt."
Watson crossed his arms then and gave Sherlock's words a minute of thought, then said, "Though I would rather think you might want to go when you have trustworthy companions as there's no exact science in your world yet to make sure you land in a perfectly safe environment. Our world and many of the others have very hostile spots on them, wherein you might have your life stricken from you in a moment."
I shivered in terror for a moment at that thought, for I have a very large imagination and I could imagine all kinds of horrors that might take my life.
"Really, Mister Pirillo, you mustn't let your imagination take over your common sense. In our many cases we find more have died from an overactive imagination than from actual physical contact with a mortal danger from our world or another.
"Indeed." Sherlock agreed.
"Although the occasional zombie or dragon has been the death of a few citizens now and then. " Harry added.
At this point I will end my interview with Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Watson and Harry Houdini.
If time allows, which hopefully it will, I will return later this day with Part Three of the Interview with Sherlock Holmes, Doctor John Watson and Harry Houdini. Until then I trust everyone has gained a profound sense of trust for these three men as I have. For I have known none finer, smarter, nor more truly dedicated to serving humanity.
(P.S. Didn't happen. Ran out of time and energy. Sorry.