Illustration of a man in a suit standing in front of storefronts as a job flyer floats behind him
Illustrations by Carolyn Ridsdale

Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of the Red-Headed League

Can the world’s most brilliant detective solve the case before it’s too late?

By Arthur Goldwag
From the March 2021 Issue

Learning Objective: to write the scene of a press conference given by several characters from the play

Other Key Skills: character, vocabulary, inference, key ideas and details
AS YOU READ

Think about the methods Sherlock Holmes uses to solve the mystery.

Scene 1

London, England, 1890

SD1: Lights rise on a cluttered parlor. Test tubes filled with mysterious liquids simmer on a small table. Books are strewn across the floor.

SD2: In a plush velvet chair sits Dr. Watson, reading a newspaper. Sherlock Holmes paces in front of the fireplace. He sighs loudly.

Sherlock Holmes: I shall go mad with boredom! Watson, tell me there is news of some shocking crime.

Dr. John Watson: Sorry, Holmes. London is quiet.

Holmes: Not even one murder?

SD3: Mrs. Hudson enters through the open parlor door.

Mrs. Hudson: Really, Sherlock. You’re not wishing for murder again, I hope!

Holmes: My mind craves a puzzle, Mrs. Hudson.

SD1: Mrs. Hudson lifts a skull off the mantle.

Hudson (horrified): Is this a—

Holmes: —science experiment.

Hudson (looking around): How can you live like this?

Watson: Holmes says a mess is a sign of intelligence.

Hudson (rolling her eyes): Well, I came to tell you that a man is here to see you. He seems quite upset.

Holmes: Upset? Excellent! Send him up immediately.

SD2: Mrs. Hudson leaves then returns a moment later with a man who is clearly in distress.

Hudson: Right in here, sir.

SD3: Mrs. Hudson leaves.

Jabez Wilson: Are you Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective?

Holmes: I am indeed.

SD1: The man removes his worn-out hat to reveal a head of hair the color of freshly peeled carrots.

Wilson: My name is Jabez Wilson. I am here because someone has gone missing—someone important. You see, he made me a promise. I have looked everywhere for him, but it’s as though he never even existed!

Holmes: Do you suspect foul play?

Wilson: I . . . I don’t know. I just want what’s mine.

Watson: Why don’t you start at the beginning.

Wilson: Yes. Well, it all started two months ago . . .

SD2: The lights fade.

Sherlock Holmes is known for his exceptional powers of observation. The character was created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who published some 60 stories about Holmes between 1887 and 1927.

Scene 2

SD3: Victoria Spaulding enters Wilson’s General Store. She turns the sign on the door to “Open.”

SD1: The dusty shelves are lined with various household items—spice tins, candies, soaps.

Wilson (voice from offstage): It was my assistant, Victoria Spaulding, who first told me about the Red-Headed League. She had just started working for me. It was odd, actually—she insisted on working for half pay while she learned my trade.

Holmes (offstage): Odd indeed.

Wilson (offstage): But who was I to argue? She proved to be extraordinary. She took care of everything—stocking the shelves, ringing up customers, all of it.

SD2: Wilson enters the shop and stamps his feet. Snow falls from his tattered coat.

Victoria Spaulding: Good morning, Mr. Wilson!

Wilson (looking glum): Good? It’s miserable outside, and that means we’ll have no customers.

Spaulding: Perhaps this will cheer you up.

SD3: She pulls a newspaper advertisement from her pocket and hands it to him.

Wilson (reading ): What the devil is the Red-Headed League?

Spaulding: With a flame-colored crop of hair like yours, sir, I would think you knew all about it.

SD1: Wilson shrugs.

Spaulding: The Red-Headed League was founded by an eccentric American millionaire named Ezekiah Hopkins. He left his fortune for one thing: providing easy jobs for men whose hair was red like his. You should go apply right away, before all the jobs are taken.

Wilson: I can’t believe that someone would offer me a job just because my hair is red.

Spaulding: It wouldn’t be in the newspaper if it weren’t true, would it?

SD2: Wilson considers this.

Spaulding: Come on, I’ll go with you.

SD3: The lights fade. When they come back up, the scene has returned to Sherlock’s parlor.

Watson: How strange! Then what happened?

Wilson: We locked up the store and set off. And we weren’t alone! Every man with even a strand of straw, lemon, orange, or brick in his hair was descending upon the same address. Miss Spaulding steered me through the crowd and up the stairs. The next thing I knew, we were sitting across a desk from a man named Duncan Ross. If you can believe me, his hair was even redder than mine.

Watson: Fascinating!

Wilson: And then Mr. Ross told me about my new job.

SD1: The lights fade again. When the lights come up, the scene has changed to Duncan Ross’s office.

Duncan Ross: You will arrive promptly at 10 a.m. each Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. You’re never to leave before 3 p.m. As for your duties, you will copy down every word of every book in this bookcase.

Wilson: There must be 100 books on those shelves!

Ross: Actually, there are 200. If you pace yourself, it should take you a year. There will be other assignments after that. Now that you’re in the Red-Headed League, I promise you’ll never have to worry about money again. 

SD2: The scene returns to Holmes’s parlor.

Holmes: What about your shop?

Wilson: Miss Spaulding agreed to look after it while I was away.

Watson: It sounds like a fine deal.

Wilson: It was! I earned such ridiculous amounts of money . . . but then, yesterday I arrived at the office of the Red-Headed League and the door was locked. This sign (handing it to Sherlock) was in the window.

Holmes: “The Red-Headed League Is Dissolved.”

Wilson: As for Duncan Ross, he’s disappeared. I want you to track him down. He promised me a job for life!

Holmes: A most incredible tale.

Wilson: You don’t believe me?

Holmes: On the contrary. And I believe something abominable is afoot.

Scene 3

SD3: Holmes and Watson walk down a cobblestone street. Clopping hooves and other street noises can be heard in the background. 

Watson: Surely Wilson was the victim of a practical joke.

Holmes (thoughtfully): An expensive joke, if so. They paid him handsomely for his eight weeks of scribbling.

Watson: Here it is: Number 21, Wilson’s General Store.

SD1: The men walk into the shop.

Holmes (in an undertone): I can see why Mr. Wilson is so keen on getting his job back. It doesn’t look like his store does much business.

Watson: How can you tell?

Holmes (sighing ): Look at the shelves, Watson.

Watson: Oh, the dust!

SD2: A door in the back of the shop opens, and Victoria Spaulding walks in.

Spaulding: I’m sorry, Mr. Wilson is out and I was taking care of something downstairs. May I help you?

SD3: Holmes walks around the shop, banging his cane on the floor. Spaulding and Watson stare at him.

Holmes: No, thank you, we were just leaving.

SD1: Holmes and Watson leave the shop.

Holmes: So that’s the indispensable Miss Spaulding. Did you notice her skirt? It was smudged and dirty.

Watson: I cannot say that I did.

Holmes: Interesting, Watson, is it not, that she led her employer to a position where he’s paid a fortune for doing nothing while she willingly works for half pay?

Watson: Perhaps she is simply kindhearted.

Holmes: Hmmm. Perhaps.

SD2: Holmes leads them around the corner to a street lined with businesses—the White Horse Tavern, Jones & Sons Clock Shop, and Coburn Bank of London.

Holmes (counting his steps as he walks): One, two, three, four—(triumphantly) Aha! And just in time, I’d say.

Watson: Just in time for what?

Holmes: Meet me here at 10 tonight. And Watson? Bring your revolver. It will be dangerous.

Watson: Holmes, you leave me feeling more convinced than ever of my own stupidity. Both of us have seen and heard the same things. But you know what’s going to happen tonight, and I am completely in the dark.

Holmes: The dark, yes! We’ll need a lantern too. Good thinking, Watson.

Watson: Sigh.

Scene 4

SD3: The clock strikes 10. Dr. Watson stands in front of Coburn Bank as Holmes paces nervously.

SD1: Inspector Jones and Mr. Merryweather approach.

Holmes: Good evening, gentlemen! Watson, I believe you know Inspector Jones of Scotland Yard. And this must be Mr. Merryweather, the director of Coburn Bank.

Mr. Merryweather (grumpily): This had better be good. Inspector Jones dragged me from my steak dinner.

Holmes: I think you’ll forgive me when you see what’s really at stake.

Inspector Jones: His methods may be unusual, Merryweather, but I’ve never known Holmes to sound a false alarm.

Holmes: Quickly—there isn’t a moment to lose.

SD2: The four men enter the bank. Merryweather leads them down a long corridor. 

SD3: They come to a massive steel door.

Holmes: Please open the vault, Mr. Merryweather.

SD1: There is a series of clicks and whirs as Merryweather turns the lock, followed by the groaning of hinges as the great door swings open.

SD2: Watson lets out a low whistle.

Merryweather: Yes. Of all the banks in England, we have the most gold.

Holmes: Everyone inside, quick. Now close the door and turn off the lights.

SD3: There is a long moment of silence.

Merryweather: I say—how long must we wait here?

Holmes: Patience, Mr. Merryweather.

SD1: Another moment passes.

SD2: Suddenly, there is a scraping sound.

SD3: One of the marble slabs on the floor begins to move. A hand reaches up through an opening and places a candle on the floor of the vault.

SD1: A figure squeezes up through the opening, followed by another one.

Jones: You’re under arrest!

Spaulding: Aaah!

Ross: Run!

Watson: Not so fast, you rascals! I’ve got you now!

Jones: Turn on the lights, Mr. Merryweather!

SD2: The lights flick on.

Holmes: So we meet again, Miss Spaulding.

Spaulding: What? The strange man from the shop?

Holmes (turning to Ross): As for you, sir, judging from the color of your hair, you must be the elusive Duncan Ross of the Red-Headed League. Mr. Jabez Wilson has been looking all over London for you.

Jones: Now Wilson will know where to find him: Newgate Prison.

Ross: Ugh! That idiot Wilson. If he hadn’t gone to you, Mr. Holmes, I’d be a very rich man right now.

Merryweather: I don’t know how to thank you, Holmes.

Watson: But how did you know?

Holmes: It’s simple, really.

Jones: Humor us.

Holmes: I knew Miss Spaulding wanted to spend time in Mr. Wilson’s shop— she agreed to work for half pay to make sure she was hired. The League was a ruse she and Mr. Ross cooked up to get Mr. Wilson out of the way.

Jones: How clever.

Holmes: My only question was why. Once I saw Miss Spaulding’s muddy skirt, I knew she was digging a tunnel. My cane confirmed it—I could hear the ground beneath the shop floor was hollow. When I discovered that the bank was directly behind Wilson’s shop, I knew what her objective must be: to rob it.

Watson: Extraordinary!

Holmes: This case did relieve my boredom. But alas, I feel it closing in around me once more.

Watson: London is a city of more than 4 million people. No doubt someone else will attempt something appalling soon.

Holmes: Let us hope so, Watson. Let us hope so.

Writing Prompt

Jones, Merryweather, Holmes, and Watson are giving a press conference about the case. (A press conference is where someone speaks to reporters about a news event and then answers their questions.) Write the scene of that press conference in the form of a written script or video. 

This play was originally published in the March 2021 issue.

Illustrations by Carolyn Ridsdale

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Step-by-Step Lesson Plan

Close Reading, Critical Thinking, Skill Building

1. PREPARING TO READ (10 minutes)

2. READING AND DISCUSSING (45 minutes)

3. SKILL BUILDING AND WRITING (30 minutes)

4. EXTENSION (30 minutes)

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