"At this fearful place, Sherlock Holmes vanquished Professor Moriarty,
on 4 May 1891."
While many people I know are wishing each other "may the fourth be with you" today, it holds a different place in the hearts of Sherlockians. Today is the 125th anniversary of Sherlock Holmes's "death." He got better, of course, but he won't return to London and dramatically announce his survival to the long-suffering Dr. Watson until 1893. Three years is a long time, and it's a miracle that Watson only faints upon seeing him. Personally, I always thought the good doctor employed some artistic license when he recounted his reaction to Holmes's return. Fainting from shock I'll believe, but there were probably a few strong words said at the very least when he woke up. Three years is a long time to let your best friend think you're dead.
My own Sherlock doesn't wait that long. Speaking of which, the working title of Book 3 is currently "Sherlock's Return." The first chapter is "The Murder of Adrian Rolands."
The first few pages are here.