Diary entry for Helen Stoner Essay

Write a diary entry or entrys as if you are Helen Stoner. Review the cases and declaim how Holmes solved it. Focus on an appropriate style. Diary entry for Helen Stoner I can not tell you how relieved I feel to be finally in my aunts cosy house I would be most contented to claim a good nights rest, but forwards I do I would like to note down the regularts that occurred today. This day was a day to remember as it will have an effect on me, in many ways for the rest of my wretched life. It all started when I got up at the break of dawn and traveled all the way into townspeople to see Sherlock Holmes in Bakers Street.I was taken aback as to why such(prenominal) a remarkable detective like Sherlock would even consider seeing me. Even more so, Sherlock gave me quite a fright when he told me what time I departed home and how I travelled to Bakers Street. all the same, it just proved to me how observant Sherlock is, which made me feel safe in leaving the mystery of my sisters fate in his hands. I had to relive that tragic night, (two years ago from now) of my dear sisters fate and the events before and subsequently that had occurred, in order to give as frequently detail as possible to Mr Holmes.I was absolutely thrilled when Sherlock Holmes assured me he would do all he could to solve the mystery of honey Julias death. Sherlock had then skilfully noticed, under my frill of lace reviled marks of four fingers and a thumb on my wrist. This was from the night before when my stepfather (DR Roylott) had die angry and given me a firm hand. I did not wish to tell Sherlock about this as I was scared of the consequences if my stepfather had found that I had visited Sherlock Holmes. After all DR Roylott barely knows his own strength.I felt so lightened after talking to Holmes about my troubles, as he was the first psyche I have ever told about those horrifying events. Later that day when I met up with Holmes, I then sight Sherlock had crossed paths with my stepfathe r after I had left. I instantly felt as though my life had crumbled before my eyes. I was now unsure weather to go ahead with the mystery. However it was too late to change my mind now, Sherlock was already fall steam ahead and investigated all of the Moran, as anticipated. Later that day I discovered many secrets that I had never thought about in depth.Holmes had shown me a small ventilator that was in my sisters room and lead to my stepfathers room. The bell pull in my sisters room was indeed a dummy and he also cunningly observed that there was no logical reason whatsoever for me to have been moved into my sisters room, as there were no repairs that needed seeing to in my own room. The bed was strangely clamped to the ball over as Sherlock had pointed out. All of this information didnt make sense to me. My mind was buzzing with so many possibilities but my main focus was distinctly to find out the cause of my sisters death.Holmes is a remarkable man, but sometimes gave me doubt s on things when asked the question does your stepfather keep a cat in the safe? How peculiar that must have sounded When Sherlock Holmes had finished inspecting e precise room top to bottom for the slightest thing out of place, to my horror he told me my very life depended upon my obedience of him. As you may have guessed, I felt very fearful and anxious of what clues he had found that made him say such a thing. Holmes requested to spend a night in my sisters room while I was to still stay in my lord room.Dr.Watson, Holmes and I, had agreed that when my stepfather had retired to his chamber for the night I was to give them a signal from my sisters room that all was okay to carry on as planned. This I did and I then slipped back into my own room. I spent all night tossing and turning under the security of my bed covers. Plenty of thoughts were whizzing just about my head, too many to sleep upon. I pleaded that my stepfather would not awake and see to a noise, as he would be most d ismayed with what he would have seen. When finally getting to sleep, I awoke not long after to hear the sound of something striking my sisters wall.I heard the most ill shriek through the night, just like the one my sister had described the night before her death. I was so panic-stricken all I cherished to do was to run and get help from someone. My heart was telling me where to go, despite this I stayed put, just as Holmes had strictly told me. Show preview only The preceding(prenominal) preview is unformatted text This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE Arthur Conan Doyle section.