Note the "one day in the autumn of last year" in the opening of the story. We'll get back to that shortly.
We also have mention of Mary Sutherland, who is Miss Not Appearing Yet. Now I'm wondering if this story was written after hers, and just published earlier, or if it's one of those cases where he threw in a random name, then decided to use it later.
Freemasonry. Yeek. You know, about all I know of it is that it's some mysteeeerious group that doesn't let women join and uses a lot of symbols. I should probably actually look into what it is at some point, given all the conspiracy theories and crap.
Poor Holmes. Explaining the deductions definitely takes some of the magic out. Also, any of you Latin buffs able to translate "Omne ignotum pro magnifico"? That language isn't one I've really studied, although I've picked up a word here and there.
And here we have our first glaring example of how, while Doyle is good at the fiddly bits of a mystery (strange happenings, with a rational explanation, and clever deductions), he sucks at the actual framework and such. "It is the Morning Chronicle of April 27, 1890. Just two months ago." Which would mean that this story happens toward the end of June. Which last I checked isn't all that close to "in the autumn." Oops?
Darn those peculiar Americans with their zany ideas! The Red-Headed League is definitely an... interesting conception, though. Now if someone would care to start a Brunette league... I will say though, given how things turn out to have been set up, I do have to wonder just why there are so many people showing up and so actively interested in the whole idea. I mean, surely they weren't all hired or what have you.
Seven sheets of paper? For four hours? ...Yeah. Slow writing, much? Although I guess I've never actually timed myself writing, but that just seems awfully... low.
And then we come to the sign from "this morning," dated... October 9, 1890. *headdesk*
Also, so much for cold unemotional Holmes.. bursting out into laughter at his client's expense? How rude!
Artificial... knee-caps? I don't think I even want to know...
Anyhow, I don't really know what to say beyond these little bits and pieces. The story's definitely a bizarre and unique one, but other than that, I don't know what to say about it! So I'll just leave off for there, I guess, and leave the commenting to others. Or comment more in the, um, comments (there's that word again) later, when I'm a bit more awake).
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