This is one of the stories that, until I get it underway, I can never remember the events just from the title. I mean, I remember the events of pretty much all the short stories by this point, but just can't match them up to the proper title with some of them. The Red-Headed League, The Speckled Band, stuff like that is easy to keep straight, but "Boscombe Valley Mystery"? So bland!
It probably doesn't help that this isn't one of my favorite stories. I mean, I don't hate it or anything, but it doesn't do much for me.
I do feel a bit bad for Watson - it seems like every time he runs into Holmes he's being told he's gained weight, or accused of downright slovenly shaving, or something similar. Yeesh.
Other than that... well, I feel like a bit of a failure, since I once again don't have all that much to say to spark discussion. *sniff* Maybe just that I find it hard to dredge up a huge amount of compassion for pretty much any of the players, except for perhaps the daughter. But her father was a scumbag blackmailer, the young man was a dimwit that let himself get roped into a (not even valid) marriage when he loved someone else and then couldn't even come clean about it, and his father was a highwayman. Yeesh.
I also have to wonder just how wonderful the solution at the end really is, since the young man was only got off on some various objections Holmes brought up, but without an actual culprit or anything more concrete, I have to wonder if now he gets to go through life with just about everyone suspecting that he's a murderer that just happened to get away with it.