...though I have read loads of Victorian / Edwardian detective stories, and hundreds of Sexton Blake tales, I've never read a proper story about the daddy – Sherlock Holmes!
I have read this:
Great cover!
Which is an unofficial tale, both in the Holmes canon, and also an unofficial "alternate" sequel to Prisoner of Zenda. Apparently, the real sequel, Rupert of Hentazu, was a bit depressing – in this version, Sherlock Holmes rolls in and puts everything to rights, allowing the king to rule happily ever after (or whatever, I've not read either of the Zenda stories yet!). I've also read a few stories in this:
Crap cover!
But that's all fanfic. Of course, today "fanfic" generally means "furry yaoi", but this is old fashioned fanfic – which was published in enthusiasts' magazines. That meant it had, to a degree, an editor calling the shots, and so very little furry yaoi slipped through the net (besides, they had their own magazines for that). These stories are pretty good, but they aren't by Sir Conan-Doyle!
But then today, I saw this for a tenner:
How could you say no?
It's a bit of a block:
The most recent other book in my collection with coloured page edges is from 1967!
But the grand, lavish binding does the contents justice. Either way, it will fill up plenty of work break times. And I've taken bound volumes containing 3 months of The Boys' Friend Library before, those are almost cube-shaped! Sherlock Holmes is a character other people at work will have heard of, too. At the moment I'm reading The Schoolgirls' Own Annual 1940 at breaktimes. I have no shame.