Great fun, and the first book in ages I've read at a single sitting. Mrs Hudson is brilliant as the real brains behind the "downstairs" Baker Street operation, solving everything while Holmes and Watson potter about as usual.
Told by Flotsam, the Baker Street maid, this is the story of the Malabar Rose, a large ruby being presented to the English nation by an Indian maharajah, on condition that it be shown to the admiring public. Unfortunately, the showing coincides with the appearance next door of a world-famous illusionist, who has a disturbing habit of always being on hand when famous jewels go missing... The government, of course, are worried, and recruit Holmes to help guard the jewel. Mrs Hudson, on the other hand, is rather more interested in a disappearance of another kind - a missing husband, who vanished from an impossible locked-room situation just a few days earlier... Obviously (since they're in the same book) the two problems must be linked somehow, but who will work out the connection first: Holmes, the reader or Mrs Hudson?
One of the problems with standard Holmes stories (and whodunits in general) is that you can often work out quite early on what crime is to be committed, and how, and so forth; you sit there reading your Strand Magazine facsimile, or watching the endless TV adaptations, and wonder just how stupid people must have been back in Victorian days that they can't solve some of the cases in ten minutes flat. I was delighted, therefore, to find that Mrs Hudson seems to share my attitude, though she never actually says so! While Holmes and Watson go through the usual Doylesque inductive processes, making sure the ruby is sealed so securely that it can't possibly be stolen, Mrs Hudson (like us, the readers) is already miles ahead of them. Rather than insulting our intelligence, this is a whodunit that moves at a good pace, where it's clear that Mrs Hudson is just as sensible and up-to-speed as the reader, and that even so, there's still plenty of room for puzzles and trying to solve mysteries. For example: How exactly does the pantomime horse fit into things? Who sent the tickets? When and how will the minister's butterfly collecting become relevant?
I'm not usually one for reading non-Doyle Holmes stories, apart from The Seven Per Cent Solution of course, but this one seemed just intriguing enough to get me interested, and besides, it's not about Holmes - though he appears, along with Watson and Lestrade - so much as Mrs Hudson. Putting aside my usual prejudices, I was delighted to find that reading this book was sheer joy, and once I started I just kept going right through to the end. Of course, I'd worked out almost at once how the crime was committed, where the jewel was hidden, and so forth, but even so there were still surprises and loose ends aplenty to keep me entertained to the very end, when everything came together in a really satisfying conclusion.
A really enjoyable book (the author's second featuring Mrs Hudson, the first being "Mrs Hudson and the Spirits' Curse"), and I'm really looking forward to reading more!