by Daniel A. Antidormi
Every April 30th since James the First, the annual Defenders of the Realm Ball is held in Windsor Castle. Over the centuries the invited guest list has grown to include other than nobility. Today it includes poets, musicians, and performers from the stage, artists and others. But always of the highest order. So, it was an honour when my wife, Mary, and I received an invitation. With each invitation came a list of those also invited. Listed there was the name of Sherlock Holmes. This, I believe, was the third year he was invited, if my memory recalls the newspaper reports correctly. Holmes was not one for gatherings such as this, which did not have to do with an investigation into some crime. My wife prepared for the occasion by purchasing a new (and quite expensive) gown. The day of the Ball came none too soon, for Mary and I were eager as children. When we arrived at Windsor Castle we were admitted and accompanied by an attendant, who announced our names upon our entering the massive hall, "Doctor John H. and Mrs. Mary Watson." I was amazed at the number of people present and, indeed, who they were. The occasion was made all the more special by the presence of Her Royal Highness Victoria Queen of the British Empire. As we blended in among the two hundred other guests, it was awhile before we happened upon Sherlock Holmes. He was standing by the fireplace, occasionally speaking to someone. We spoke only for a few moments. I recall Holmes saying it would be an eternal blessing to him if an attempt were made on The Tower, so as to allow him to remove himself from this torment. Mary and I continued making our way around the hall. Quite often whoever we were in conversation with would ask about Sherlock Holmes and his many cases. It was at this time we found ourselves in the area of the Throne. The attendant, who had announced us, re-appeared. It was then that we were presented to Her Royal Highness Queen Victoria. "Doctor Watson, how very nice of you to attend. And this is your lovely wife, Mary. How do you do, my dear?" "So nice of you to invite us, Your Grace," Mary said. "I have read of Mr. Holmes' exploits through your writings Doctor. Is Mr. Holmes here?" she asked. "Yes," I said. Turning around, my eyes hunting or Sherlock Holmes. Then I spied him, he had remained leaning back against the fireplace. Turning back to Her Royal Highness I said, "Yes, Your Grace, Holmes is where the hearth is." |