Sophia and I travelled to Du Quoin on Friday, November 4th, for another fine evening with the Occupants of the Empty House. I know it seems to be a difficult concept to get your mind around, but I assure you every Sherlockian has managed this feat.
During our fine diner at Alongi’s, I had the pasta con broccoli and Sophia enjoyed the eggplant parmesan, we enjoyed Sherlockian conversation and catching up with some old friends. Joe was kind enough to sell me a few of the books from his collection, including a couple of signed copies. I have found a source to expand my collection of Sherlockian tales.
Bill Cochran delivered an excellent paper concerning the identity of the banker in The Beryl Coronet. As many times as I have read this story I have never stop to consider the identity of the mysterious financier who locked a priceless treasure of the British Empire in his dresser. I will not give you the conclusion of the author. If you want to know the answer, you should attend the Occupants’ meetings. I will suggest you read The House of Rothschild, by Niall Ferguson, multiple volumes, for a clue.
I am very excited to report that Sophia and I are now official members of The Occupants of the Empty House. I have already framed our membership certificates. I look forward to more Sherlockian camaraderie.
As we left the meeting and were driving home, to paraphrase, a fog swirled past the windshield and the ghostly headlights failed at 50 feet. While we were in a more modern version of the hansom cab, I took this as the end of a perfect Sherlockian evening.