Cloaked in a black suit and a foreboding top hat, this stealth figure looked out of place standing beside the modern Underground Station in London England.
Feeling no fear I joined the growing crowd of curious onlookers. “The game is afoot” he announced in a conspiring tone, and turned swiftly. Not bothering to look behind at whom dared to follow the mysterious guide walking in the Footsteps of Sherlock Holmes.
“What beguiles you to study this mythical detective who has never walked the cobblestoned streets of London?” boomed the guide of London Walks.
After a hearty laugh at ourselves, we listened as our leader described how the fictional Sherlock Holmes was created by Arthur Conan Doyle. How the famous detective had solved the famous mysteries of the day from his imaginary study at 221B Baker Street.
Sleuthing through Charing Cross, down dark alleys, past famous London landmarks we followed as close as the crowd allowed. I dare not miss a word this man had to reveal.
Posed at the entrance to a cold dark alley I closed my eyes for a second, I could almost see the gaslights lining the famous Strand. I felt a sliver of cold fear. Was this how his fictional victims felt as they ran helplessly through London’s dangerous streets?
“In the Footsteps of Sherlock Holmes ends at the Sherlock Holmes Restaurant and Museum. A tour of the museum is worth your time and money.