Fred W. Chesson    						HDIY.HTM
144 Fiske Street,    
Waterbury, CT  06710 						Rev: 5-6-2002
    
   
                     A Do-It-Yourself Holmesian Mystery Kit   

                   THE SINGULAR ADVENTURE OF THE (Your Title) 
                                       by   
                            (Your Name, or Pen Name)  
    
     It was an exceptionally dark and stormy night on Baker Street. Up in our
snug sitting room, Holmes brooded intently over a translation of the Kraft-
Ebbing Secret Diary / the Sussex Bee-keepers' Review / a scented letter from 
Irene Adler).
     I was about to suggest a stiff brandy night-cap / treacle scone / joint 
of Jamacian gange) before retiring, when the front door bell jangled and 
good Mrs. Hudson dutifully opened to yet another desperate soul in distress / 
lost tourist / bevy of SoHo street walkers.
     A lone male / female visitor, I now perceived, from the clump of 
heavy boots / click of dainty heels now rapidly ascending our stairs.   
     At Holmes' nod, I admitted our nocturnal visitor, still dripping rain 
from his / her / scanty / elegant street wear. "You are... Sir / Madame ?" 
I enquired. 
     "I am name of your Hero / Heroine," he / she commenced. "I am here
 be...."
     "Because you are in imminent peril, of course!" Holmes raised a commanding
hand.  He paused to load his favorite Calabash pipe with the potent Latakia 
tobacco / Laotian opium / Harrod's Best Bubble-Bath which he favored for all
especially challenging cases.
     "But however did you surmise, sir?" he / she asked.
     "Elementary," Holmes stated, forcing from the pipe an imposing aromatic 
cloud / contact high / flight of irridescent bubbles. "I can tell instantly
by your dress and manner of arrival that you are...."
     There was a new commotion below, and a second pair of feet sounded on the 
treads.  Through the still-open door pushed an entirely different personality,  
younger / older and dressed in (your description here). He / She was 
likewise excited in a determined, almost aggressive manner, and shook a cane
/ hand-bag / umbrella / fist / Webley revolver / camera / guide book / Sumatran
Rat-skin in our client's face. 
     "I might have known you'd make for here!" He / she scornfully announced.
     "A very late good-evening to you, Your Lord / Lady ship!" Holmes said, 
with an inscrutable smile and the slightest hint of a bow.  "You now complete 
our inner circle, composed of London's most distinguished literatti / 
adventurers / scoundrels / journalists / puzzle constructors...."   

                        Now, YOU take it from here...!  

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