I read a lot of Sherlock Holmes in college. My Victorian England class picked apart the Hound of the Baskervilles over a three week period, and the detective fiction class I took covered at least three or four of his stories. This is the first Holmes novel I’ve read that wasn’t by Doyle, and I have to say that Caleb Carr captured his essence perfectly.
Holmes and Watson are called by Holmes’ older brother, Mycroft, to investigate some deaths that took place at “Holyrood House” in Edinburgh. Mycroft is worried about the safety of Queen Victoria, while locals insist that spirits haunt the house due to the murder of one of Mary, Queen of Scots’ secretaries centuries before.
There’s the usual appearance of otherworldly things, which of course Holmes debunks one by one. The plot itself is nothing spectacular, but it’s always fun to watch Holmes do his thing while Watson attempts to keep him under control.