Monday, December 06, 2004

The New Yorker: The Perfect Mystery"He had been investigating the whereabouts of an archive of Conan Doyle?s papers, which he believed had been stolen. At the same time, he hinted that there had been threats to his life and that he was being followed; soon afterward, he was found garroted in his room, surrounded by Sherlock Holmes books and posters, with a cord around his neck."

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