Facts are correct - Rated 
To respond to Mr Hoyis, below, I did a bit of research:
Mr Stockell cannot be faulted in the matter of photography. The story which revolves around a jigsaw photograph is set in 1890. In 1844 Henry Fox Talbot wrote the first book on photography and in 1884 the magazine Amateur Photographer was founded to serve what had become a very popular hobby. Plate cameras were commonplace from the 1860s and in 1884 flexible celluloid film was introduced followed by the box camera in 1888. In any case nobody said it was not a professionally taken photograph.
The story which features a telephone in Golders Green is set in 1895. The year is not stated but it may be deduced from the sporting events mentioned. Whilst Wilf Baddeley won Wimbledon in 1891, 1892 and 1895 and Oxford also won the Boat Race in those same years, Aston Villa won the FA cup in 1895 and Jem Smith took the title against Pritchard in 1895. Thus the story is set in that year. The first telephone directory of London was published in 1880 but of course in those days Golders Green was a village on the outskirts of London. Whether houses there were connected to the telephone system I know not but it is clear from the story that the house in question does not possess one and that it is fake installed by the crooks as part of their con game.
Mycroft Holmes left his club to visit 221b Baker Street in The Greek Interpreter and twice in The Bruce Partington Plans. In the latter story he also sallied forth to the Gloucester Road to sit in Mr Oberstein's house. He also has a home and an office in which he spends a great part of his time.
I hope that clears up your queries, Mr Hoyus.
Sensible stories nicely written - Rated
I found the stories in keeping with Conan Doyle's original style and enjoyed reading them. It's a great book for people who have read and read the originals and long for some new tales. And as a previous reviewer said, it sure beats all those ridiculous and far-fetched Holmes-meets-Dracula nonsensical stories. Well done Mr Stockwell, may your pen never run dry!
An unmissable collection of ingenious Sherlock Holmes stories - Rated 
In this, his expanded volume of 17 stories, Alan Stockwell presents the reader with a rich diversity of intriguing tales, as narrated by Dr. Watson. Buy this book with confidence that you will have an exciting and entertaining read ... and please, Mr. Stockwell, give us more!
Disappointing - Rated 
Inspired by the reviews of others, I bought this book, and felt sadly let down by it. I have read other Holmes pastiches before - the finest were those produced by Adrian Conan-Doyle, a relative of Arthur. The stories in this books feature less well drawn characters, and was it really true that Holmes would have encountered ("20 years earlier") amateur photography and a rural telephone service? And what chance Mycroft leaving the confines of his club? Not great stories either - sorry, Mr Stockwell - my summation is tries hard, could do better.
An Enjoyable Set of Holmes Pastiches - Rated
In this very enjoyable book Alan Stockwell has provided us with a sparkling collection of pastiche Holmes Adventures, well worthy to be considered in the lineage of the tales penned by Dr. Watson. The stories, which I read with enthusiasm, not only extend our Baker Street experience in a way that once taken up is difficult to put down again, but solve at least one famously unresolved mystery - what really happened to James Phillimore?
These very ingenious and carefully crafted plots, with the unsuspected twists and consequences expected of the genre, hold the reader's attention until the final page. Their construction and the layout of the ongoing action is absolutely in the mould so familiar to devoted Holmesians. We meet an exciting new range of well-drawn, colourful characters, and we can revel again in that indefinable ambience, that elusive Victorian atmosphere which properly surrounded the activities of the Master sleuth. As with Doyle, the more serious nature of the narrative is leavened from time to time with sprightly, impish shafts of homour.
In short, I can only echo the Master's words, spoken about another volume; Holmes, for all his brilliance, suffered the grave disadvantage of not being able to read this one: "Let me recommend this book ...remarkable..."
(Auberon Redfearn, of the Sherlock Holmes Society of London.)
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