This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a child. In those days Mr. Sherlock Holmes was still living in Baker Street…
…and I really wish someone would write it.
Holmes is being all bored, as usual.
Everyone shouts about a jewelry store robbery, someone walked right in and grabbed the goods and rode off on a hansom cab.
Not in. On. Standing on the roof like a chariot.
Boring. It’s just the latest sensationalism, not an interesting problem.
After crashing it and getting surrounded by some constables and a crowd, she reached up, broke an iron cross bar off a lamppost, and brained the head policeman. Also she announced she was going to be Queen of the world.
She, some bystanders, and the horse vanished clean away.
All of the above has a crowd of eyewitnesses.
There’s no client. Maybe he’s just really bored? Some of the Irregulars were definitely among the witnesses and would want the backstory.
No, the client is the jeweler, duh.
One of the bystanders who disappeared was seen with the robber before the incident. He was a well-dressed gentleman later identified as a Mr. Ketterley. He cannot pay for the jewels.
Another disappeared bystander, the owner of the stolen getaway cab, hasn’t been seen since any more than the robber has. His wife disappeared too, and she wasn’t even there.
Examining their house shows that she was in the middle of washing clothes when she left. There is a tub of soap and water that she (or her kidnappers) just left to evaporate.
Holmes, disguised, asks the servants at the Ketterley household about any strange goings-on. They assume he means the fact that Ketterley’s sister, Mabel Kirke, was dying and just had a miraculous recovery. Watson probably knows the doctors, they confirm it.
While trespassing around, or maybe he got a job there or something, Holmes notices a tree. Small, very young, but not any species that grows around London. (Of course Holmes knows every species of tree in London. Why wouldn’t he.)
None of the servants he talks to knows where it came from.
The next day it’s a good few inches taller.
By some contrived sequence of events he touches a shiny bit of yellow metal buried next to the tree, and disappears without a trace.
Watson heads in to rescue him.
Anyway, this definitely ends with Holmes and Watson telling the White Witch that she owes a bunch of money to a London jeweler. They probably re-bury the rings when they get back; it seems like something Holmes would do. Plus it makes this completely canon compliant.
No, this is not a crossover. It says on page one of The Magician’s Nephew that Sherlock Holmes is canon. It becomes a crossover if they guess a pool in the Wood Between the Worlds and don’t head straight to Narnia.
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