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"My Dear Holmes, I do believe that your interest in that poor dead
woman's corpse is most unseemly!" said Dr John Watson to his long-time
friend and colleague, who was sat between the corpse's thighs, examining
her private parts with his magnifying glass, while chewing on the stem
of his unlit pipe. "Surely the poor woman is entitled to her modesty,
even in death, and notwithstanding that she is an Asiatic, of the lower
orders."
"On the contrary, Dear Watson," retorted Holmes, "modesty is only
available to the living, as one loses one's dignity in death. Death, as
it happens, Dear Watson, renders the corpse merely the subject of
scientific - or perhaps, medical - interest. And this is a very
interesting corpse, as I will demonstrate."
"Pah!" puffed Watson. "These Asiatics are small in frame, so this
specimen may well be full grown, even though it is no larger than a girl
of twelve or thirteen years. Small breasted. From the face and dress,"
with that he swept his hands to encompass the clothing that Holmes had
carefully removed, "it is probably a Siamese woman. And not an affluent
specimen, probably a servant. Although the undergarments are decorative,
they are very small."
"You are beginning to follow my method, Watson," said Holmes, "now look
more carefully at this part of the body." He proffered the magnifying
glass to his partner.
"Really, Holmes. I am a married man, but even so, staring at a woman's
private parts, even a dead one's, is beyond the pale!"
"But you are a medical man, are you not, Watson? And this person has
received the butcher's knife - but a very skilful butcher!"
Watson took the proffered magnifying glass, and seating himself in the
chair that Holmes vacated, he applied himself to the job of examining
the woman's genitals. "As you say, Holmes, when one looks carefully, one
sees many small, well-healed scars. And some not so small." He looked
more carefully, then looked up at Holmes puzzled. "This is strange,
Holmes. A man of my background has not misspent time giving at women's
privy parts, but surely, some fiend has cut this woman about a very
great deal. Look - here, and here - there are clear signs that skin has
been joined. But to what effect? The overall appearance is that which
one would expect in a woman."
"Perhaps you need to examine the vagina." Watson recoiled at the word.
"With a finger."
Watson looked again at Holmes with a look of undisguised disgust, but,
despite his reservations, trusting his friend's instincts, explored the
corpse's female opening. "My God, Holmes!" ejaculated Watson. "This
lacks the texture and moisture of a woman's ..."
Holmes knew that Watson could not even bear to utter the medical term,
so butted in. "And so it does. It also appears to lack the entrance to a
womb. If I were not to be mistaken, Dear Watson, I suggest that what we
have here is not a woman, but what was once a male, modified by surgery
in such a way as to perhaps provide a plaything for its master. A
plaything that would not be troubled by pregnancy, or indeed, a woman's
monthly inconveniences." Watson blushed, as well he might, and
shuddered.
"But how would such a thing be done, Holmes? And why - apart from the
reasons you adduced?" Watson realised that his second question had
already been answered, and that he had been on the verge of making a
fool of himself.
"I suspect, Dear Watson - and here I bow to your medical knowledge -
that the procedure has involved castration, followed by excision of the
scrotal sac. The penis appears to have been emptied of its erectile
material, and then to have been simply inverted and grafted into the
body cavity, perhaps using the scrotal sac to provide spare skin. Look
here, Watson, the urinary exit has been relocated."
"But Holmes, to do this would require extraordinary medical knowledge
and surgical skill well beyond that which anyone I know exhibits. If you
are right, this is the work of a genius. A perverted genius, but a
genius nonetheless!"
"Aye, that is true," said Holmes, reluctantly. "What bothers me
particularly is the breast development. These on this corpse do not show
the slightest scarring. They look to have grown, and not been surgically
modified. I am aware that some men show breast development. I wonder if
perhaps this implies that as well as surgery, the subject was exposed to
or dosed with some unknown chemical substance simulating perhaps some
undiscovered female glandular secretion ..."
"My God, Holmes, you must be right. Look at the development of
subcutaneous fat, elsewhere on the body. That would be a response to
such a hypothetical drug, now, wouldn't it?"
"It would, but let us hypothesize that such drugs are available in the
Mysterious East."
"Well, if I take this fantastic explanation at face value, Holmes, then
what is the cause of death? Is it related, perhaps, to the creatures
use? Has it, do you think, lost favour with its master?"
"The murderer's method is clear, Dear Watson, as clear as the marks on
the subject's neck. This creature was undoubtedly murdered by
strangulation, but to discover by whom, and for what reasons, we must
investigate further". Watson nodded sagely, holding his chin in his
hand, while Holmes reached into the open coal fire with a paper spill,
extracted a flame with which to light his pipe, then reached for his
fiddle and bow, and played the macabre air known as the Death March.
Watson was later to recount this tale on many occasions, particularly in
all-male medical reunions, but the subject embarrassed him, as did the
inability of Holmes to find a successful conclusion to the case, and so
it never made it to his memoirs, or casebook, or in any written medium.
It would have been lost forever, had it not been recorded as a curiosity
in my Great Great Grandfather's notebook.
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