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  1. The West End Horror: A Posthumous Memoir of John H. Watson, M.D. is a Sherlock Holmes pastiche novel by Nicholas Meyer, published in 1976. It takes place after two of Meyer's other Holmes pastiches, The Seven-Per-Cent Solution and The Canary Trainer, though it was published in between the two.

    • Nicholas Meyer
    • 1976
  2. 29 de abr. de 2009 · The West End horror : a posthumous memoir of John H. Watson, M.D. : Meyer, Nicholas, 1945- : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive.

  3. 17 de jun. de 1994 · March 1895. London. A month of strange happenings in the West End. First there is the bizarre murder of theater critic Jonathan McCarthy. Then the lawsuit against the Marquess of Queensberry for libel; the public is scandalized. Next, the ingenue at the Savoy is discovered with her throat slashed.

    • (248)
    • W. W. Norton & Company
    • $15.99
  4. by Nicholas Meyer (Editor) New York Times Bestseller. "As authentically, irresistibly gripping as anything Conan Doyle ever wrote…Don't miss it." —Cosmopolitan. March 1895. London. A month of strange happenings in the West End. First there is the bizarre murder of theater critic Jonathan McCarthy.

  5. The West End Horror: A Posthumous Memoir of John H. Watson, M.D.: 0 : Meyer, Nicholas, Meyer, Nicholas: Amazon.com.mx: Libros

  6. 12 de may. de 1977 · A month of strange happenings in the West End. First there is the bizarre murder of theater critic Jonathan McCarthy. Then the lawsuit against the Marquess of Queensberry for libel; the public is scandalized. Next, the ingenue at the Savoy is discovered with her throat slashed. And a police surgeon disappears, taking two corpses with him.

    • Mass Market Paperback
    • Nicholas Meyer
  7. 17 de jun. de 1994 · The West End Horror: A Posthumous Memoir of John H. Watson, M.D. (The Journals of John H. Watson, M.D.) Nicholas Meyer. 3.8 • 6 Ratings. $14.99. Publisher Description. New York Times Bestseller. "As authentically, irresistibly gripping as anything Conan Doyle ever wrote…Don't miss it." —Cosmopolitan. March 1895. London.