George Edalji
Concept: Written as a fictional 1906 newspaper article about the case of George Edalji, an Anglo-Indian solicitor accused of animal mutilations. Doyle fought to get his conviction overturned.
“But Doyle,” I inquired, “whatever made you so certain of Mr Edalji’s innocence in the first place?”
“Elementary, my dear reporter. You see, when I first encountered Mr Edalji, he held his newspaper at such an angle to his face that it was at once clear to me that the man suffered from severely poor eyesight – eyesight, my dear reporter, which would have made the commission of these vulgar crimes quite impossible at night. Knifework, my dear fellow – even of such a crude variety as this – simply could not be done blindly.”
I nodded. In truth, even with his reputation considered, the man’s confidence struck me; yet I knew full well that the mind which had spawned the inquisitive genius of Sherlock Holmes would never draw any definitive conclusion based entirely upon what could be considered little more than a hunch.
“But my investigations, my dear reporter, have unearthed some profoundly revealing circumstances; and while I can assure you, my dear reporter, that I have no interest in deriding the good name of the Staffordshire police force in general, I have to remark that the work of one Captain the Honourable G.A. Anson in this case was of most questionable integrity.”
I nodded again, quietly receptive. The general conduct of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was, I have to admit, not at all what I anticipated – there was a striking dualism to it. In his current state of enthusiastic engagement, his conduct bespoke a rigid, analytical keen-mindedness I had always envisioned in his Holmes creation; yet at the same time, he never reflected the cold, detached air which so defined the Holmes character. Rather, his bearing bespoke a mild, grandfatherly warmth, and was that of a man who was not nearly as weary of, or detached from, human company as Holmes. In spite of circumstances, he was, in truth, far more suggestive of Dr Watson – slightly advanced in years – than of the great Baker Street detective.
“I dare say you are aware, my dear reporter,” Mr Doyle went on, “that one of the major pieces of evidence in the prosecution of Mr Edalji was a strand of his hair found upon a piece of the dead horse’s hide? I dare say, however, that Captain Anson neglected to inform the court that said piece of hide had, in fact, been wrapped in a piece of Mr Edalji’s clothing by his officers when it was taken for evidence.”
I raised my eyebrows in quiet shock.
“Indeed.” Mr Doyle said with a nod. “Moreover, my dear reporter, the razor with which Mr Edalji had allegedly maimed this poor creature had not borne a trace of blood on it; nor was the mud found on his clothes of the same type of soil as that at the crime scene.”
I nodded in silence, absorbing Mr Doyle’s restrained, yet damning delivery of these facts.
“These things were known at the time of the investigation, my dear reporter,” said Mr Doyle, “and it is most troubling that they were as difficult to unearth as they were.”