The Casebook of Doakes and Haig (Book Excerpt) by Patrick Welch
Page 1 of 8 The Casebook of Doakes and Haig
Patrick Welch Forward
Mystery and fantasy may appear to be unlikely bedfellows. A typical mystery,
after all, relies on logic and analysis to establish and maintain the story
line. Fantasy requires imagination and suspension of disbelief if it is to hold
the reader's interest.
Yet there are precedents for "fantasy detectives" if you will (ignoring the
obvious that Sherlock Holmes and other fictional characters are in a very real
sense always "fantasy"). If you wish, you can go as far back as Poe's "Murders
on the Rue Morgue" to cite a "fantastic" mystery. I prefer to go no further
than Randall Garrett's series with Lord Darcy and Master Sean. These characters
and their alternative universe are direct inspirations for Mssrs. Doakes and
Haig, who reside and practice in a universe of their own, an England which
remains a colonial power around the world.
Investigating and expanding their particular reality has been a delight for
me. It has also been a continuing matter of discovery as I have chronicled
their adventures over the five stories and one novelette in this collection.
Four of their cases - A Small Matter of Murder, Savage Customs, Murderous
Obligations and Cat's Moon Rising - have appeared in Alternate Realities. In
completing this anthology, I have slightly revised the earlier episodes to
correspond to what has developed later in the backgrounds of the characters,
specifically Mr. Haig.
Sharp-eyed readers of those stories might catch these minor revisions. For
me, revising is a never-ending process in any event. I doubt there is one piece
of writing I have ever published that, when I read it in print or on the 'net
or wherever, I didn't want to go back and tweak this or that. And I suspect
most writers are the same way.
Anyway, you're probably eager to get into the actual casebook of Doakes and
Haig.
A SMALL MATTER OF MURDER
The tinkle of the bell roused me from my crossword puzzle. I glanced at the
clock as I made my way from the back room to the front of my store. Only two
hours had passed since my last customer ...this was turning into a good day
after all. I paused at the curtain to straighten my coat and don my friendliest
smile, then parted it to greet my visitor.
My smile widened when I saw Mrs. McLeary. As regular as clockwork she was,
once a month making her painful way from the upper West End to my little shop.
"And how are we this lovely day?" I asked as I reached for a jar of Doakes and
Haig Recipe Sweetener.
"It's this hip," she patted her left side. "The rheumatism does rage like
the wind on damp days like this."
I carefully wrapped the jar of condiment in newspaper before setting it in a
box. "If you wish we could post your order each month. Save you the trip and
all."
"I don't mind. A body does need to get out on occasion." She reached forward
and pinched my cheek. "So like your father you are, bless his soul." She
carefully set seven pence on the counter. "He would be proud he would. Children
these days, so eager to fly out on their own. Never mind the family or
tradition. Shame it is."
"Indeed." I maintained my smile until the door closed softly but surely
behind her. Mrs. McLeary, bless the dear old lady, had yet to realize after all
these years prices for everything had inevitably and inexorably risen. I didn't
have the heart to ask for more, being as she was on a fixed income and all, but
I knew I would hear about it anyway. Copyright© 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002 Patrick Welch, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author.
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