Sherlock Holmes: The Dubious Hunt Collection: A Sherlock Holmes Mystery Series (Written by Pennie Mae Cartawick)

Please visit https://thebookvoice.com/podcasts/1/audiobook/365814 to listen full audiobooks. Title: Sherlock Holmes: The Dubious Hunt Collection: A Sherlock Holmes Mystery Series Author: Pennie Mae Cartawick Narrator: Richard Henzel Format: Unabridged Audiobook Length: 2 hours 31 minutes Release date: December 12, 2018 Ratings: Ratings of Book: 4.33 of Total 3 Genres: Classics Publisher's Summary: Sherlock Holmes brings us a collection of six brand new detective mysteries. The Case of the Missing Mayan Codices 'I do not suppose that you have brought your revolver with you, Watson?' I shook my head to indicate that my response was in the negative to his question. He turned his head forward again and led us through the kitchen, past several side pantries. 'Whomever it came from, they must have been applying intermittent pressure on the wound as they walked.' Mysterious Murders Surround the Whistling Tavern 'I do not suppose that you have brought your revolver with you, Watson?' I shook my head to indicate that my response was in the negative to his question. He turned his head forward again and led us through the kitchen, past several side pantries. As we cautiously inched forward, Holmes observed that the blood trail consisted of droplets of varying size. Perilous Jester 'Another body, Holmes!' shouted Watson over the roar of the mob. We were shoved around as a row of policemen attempted to stop the crowd from surging forward. 'Go home!' yelled the police, swatting at people with their truncheons, though not to harm them. The Uncanny Disappearance of Miss Ellis Mr. Ellis took a very deep breath, letting it out in a tired sigh. 'Our daughter is missing. Vanished from her room two nights ago without a sound.' He began, wringing his hands as he searched for a place to sit. He found a chair and plopped down in it. The Mystery of the Faceless Bride The bride carried no decaying roses, but her bridal dress was torn and burnt. Her bare legs, starved needle points, staggered disjointedly. The veil hung low over her face. I had my pistol; however, I could not shoot. The Game of Cat and Mouse The interior was dark and neither of us searched for a lamp or switch. There came a ticking of some clock or another. And the sound of a dripping faucet somewhere in the house was like a hammer to an anvil.