Enola Holmes and the Black Barouche: 7

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The next day, from shouted conversation through an ear trumpet, I pieced together that the pitiful, deaf, and ancient Mrs. Tupper had been Enola’s landlady, and with some mental excitement I deduced that Enola might visit her at the Nightingale residence. Thereafter I lurked in wait for her, along with a companion named Reginald. Dozens of people entered the Nightingale home daily, and on the lookout for my plain-faced sister, I paid no attention whatsoever to quite a lovely lady in an elaborate cerulean gown of three fabrics—but Reginald, my sister’s longtime pet collie, whined and pulled at the leash! I let him go bounding to her, and could scarcely believe it when the lady greeted the dog with laughter and tears, most unceremoniously sitting on the ground to hug him! When she saw me looking down at her, she smiled up into my face and willingly took my hand to arise. She sensed, I think, that I no longer looked down on her in any other sense of the phrase. Watson seemed a bit flummoxed by my views, but replied staunchly, “Any rousing change should surely be an improvement.” Interessant finde ich immer wieder, dass anhand der Kleidung sofort auf den Stand geschlossen werden konnte und man dadurch (wenn man das Geld hatte sie sich zu leisten) zur Täuschung als Lord oder Lady auftreten konnte. Dazu das geltende Wort eines Gentleman, das an sich nie angezweifelt wurde, außer es gab Anlass dazu.

There’s a reference to a group of people “screeching profanities,” but none are spelled out. Someone does cry out, “your mission be d–ned!” at one point. Everyone believes that Salil Singh killed his girlfriend, Andrea Bell, five years ago—except Pippa Fitz-Amobi.OK, the pause was actually eleven years, which is brief compared to things that take much longer than eleven years...

I, too, was happy for Flossie’s good fortune, although I saw her seldom and I have missed her dreadfully in the two years since she married. I have been even lonelier since our parents passed on, but I contented myself with the thought that all was well for Flossie—or at least so I thought, until yesterday.”

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A young girl who is empowered, capable, and smart...the Enola Holmes book series convey an impactful message that you can do anything if you set your mind to it, and it does so in an exciting and adventurous way."—Millie Bobby Brown The juxtaposition between Tewkesbury and Enola is delightful! I enjoy seeing his boyish innocence against her worldly weariness and the ability for him to keep her grounded, to maintain hope and faith in humanity. I really loved the Enola Holmes books as a pre-teen. I plotted endless adventures for her growing up, falling in love, and solving mysteries alongside her brothers. So, to have an actual real-life story of her post-events of book 6...it was like a dream come true. But taking hold of his arm, as he stood within my reach, I got to my feet with reasonable steadiness. There were muted cheers from the onlookers. Nodding and simpering at the men all around me, I lilted, “Thank you so much. Do you suppose anyone could go out and fetch my bag, and my hat and parasol? I believe they fell along the—” This latest novel continues the chronicle of this capable, ingenious, and fiercely independent young woman." -- Booklist

I was still admiring this singular card as light footfalls pelted up the stairs and the door whooshed open to admit Holmes’s client—or rather, mine. My brother had resumed impersonating an inanimate object, motionless, with his eyes closed, not even looking at Miss Glover. I, however, studied her with interest as I extended my hand to her. Perhaps never before had I seen grief and determination so intermingled on such a fair, young face—heavens, she seemed only a few years older than I was. With her eyes puffed and reddened from weeping but her chin lifted and her lips compressed, she returned my handshake firmly.I stood up and walked over to her. “Never mind, Mrs. Hudson.” I took the card from her salver. “Send the young lady up directly. Tell her that Mr. Holmes’s sister and associate will be happy to advise her.” Only two days later, she entrusted me with the care of the unfortunate lady after she saved her from forced marriage. Thereafter, I saw no more of my sister, except that quite by accident the next month I encountered her in the home of Florence Nightingale. Enola wore glasses, a mannish hat, inky gloves, and a dark, narrow dress to disguise herself as a scholar, but to my long-awaited credit, I recognized her at once. She fled. I chased her clear up to the top of the house, but she escaped through a window, down a mighty oak tree, and away like a hare. El mensaje del conde es sospechosamente vago y el certificado de defunción, más dudoso todavía. Solo hay una vía de investigaciones posible: infiltrarse en los dominios del conde. O, al menos, así lo decide Enola, pese a las protestas de su hermano. Pronto descubre que Felicity no es la única de las esposas del conde que ha fallecido súbitamente. El destino de la desaparecida va unido al de un misterioso carruaje negro que llegó a la mansión en mitad de la noche.