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What would happen if master detective Sherlock Holmes sired a son with the daughter of one of his archenemies? That's the supposition at the center of R. Holmes & Co., which pits criminal mastermind Raffles against Holmes and goes on to tell the story of how Holmes fell for Raffles' daughter Marjorie, with whom he later had a child, the Raffles Holmes of the book's title.
R. Holmes & Co.: Being the Remarkable Adventures of Raffles Holmes, Esq., Detective and Amateur Cracksman by Birth (1906) is a short story collections as sequel to the Raffles books by E.W. Hornung.
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What would happen if master detective Sherlock Holmes sired a son with the daughter of one of his archenemies? That's the supposition at the center of R. Holmes & Co., which pits criminal mastermind Raffles against Holmes and goes on to tell the story of how Holmes fell for Raffles' daughter Marjorie, with whom he later had a child, the Raffles Holmes of the book's title.

R. Holmes & Co.: Being the Remarkable Adventures of Raffles Holmes, Esq., Detective and Amateur Cracksman by Birth (1906) is a short story collections as sequel to the Raffles books by E.W. Hornung.

This is a collection of 10 short stories about the son of Sherlock Holmes and grandson of Raffles.

INTRODUCING
MR. RAFFLES HOLMES (excerpt)

It was a blistering night in August. All day long
the mercury in the thermometer had been flirting with the figures at
the top of the tube, and the promised shower at night which a
mendacious Weather Bureau had been prophesying as a slight mitigation
of our sufferings was conspicuous wholly by its absence. I had but
one comfort in the sweltering hours of the day, afternoon and
evening, and that was that my family were away in the mountains, and
there was no law against my sitting around all day clad only in my
pajamas, and otherwise concealed from possibly intruding eyes by the
wreaths of smoke that I extracted from the nineteen or twenty cigars
which, when there is no protesting eye to suggest otherwise, form my
daily allowance. I had tried every method known to the resourceful
flat-dweller of modern times to get cool and to stay so, but alas, it
was impossible. Even the radiators, which all winter long had never
once given forth a spark of heat, now hissed to the touch of my
moistened finger. Enough cooling drinks to float an ocean greyhound
had passed into my inner man, with no other result than to make me
perspire more profusely than ever, and in so far as sensations went,
to make me feel hotter than before. Finally, as a last resource,
along about midnight, its gridiron floor having had a chance to lose
some of its stored-up warmth, I climbed out upon the fire-escape at
the rear of the Richmere, hitched my hammock from one of the railings
thereof to the leader running from the roof to the area, and swung
myself therein some eighty feet above the concealed pavement of our
backyard— so called, perhaps, because of its dimensions which were
just about that square. It was a little improvement, though nothing
to brag of. What fitful zéphyrs there might be, caused no doubt by
the rapid passage to and fro on the roof above and fence-tops below
of vagrant felines on Cupid’s contentious battles bent, to the
disturbance of the still air, soughed softly through the meshes of my
hammock and gave some measure of relief, grateful enough for which I
ceased the perfervid language I had been using practically since
sunrise, and dozed off. And then there entered upon the scene that
marvelous man, Raffles Holmes, of whose exploits it is the purpose of
these papers to tell...

John Kendrick Bangs (May 27, 1862 – January 21, 1922) was an American author, humorist, editor and satirist.

He was born in Yonkers, New York. His father Francis Nehemiah Bangs was a lawyer in New York City, as was his brother, Francis S. Bangs.

He went to Columbia College from 1880 to 1883 where he became editor of Columbia's literary magazine, Acta Columbia, and contributed short anonymous pieces to humor magazines. After graduation in 1883 with a Bachelor of Philosophy degree in Political Science, Bangs entered Columbia Law School but left in 1884 to become Associate Editor of Life under Edward S. Martin. Bangs contributed many articles and poems to the magazine between 1884 and 1888. During this period, Bangs published his first books.

In 1888 Bangs left Life to work at Harper's Magazine, Harper's Bazaar and Harper's Young People, though he continued to contribute to Life. From 1889 to 1900 he held the title of Editor of the Departments of Humor for all three Harper's magazines and from 1899 to 1901 served as active editor of Harper's Weekly. Bangs also served for a short time (January–June 1889) as the first editor of Munsey's Magazine and became editor of the American edition of the Harper-owned Literature from January to November 1899. (Wikipedia)

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John Kendrick Bangs was an American writer, humorist, editor, and satirist who lived from May 27, 1862, to January 21, 1922. Yonkers, New York, is where he was born. Francis S. Bangs and his brother Francis N. Bangs worked as a lawyer in New York City. Bangs earned a Bachelor of Philosophy in Political Science from Columbia College in 1883. He edited the literary journal Acta Columbia at Columbia and wrote brief, anonymous pieces for humor magazines. Bangs also briefly held the position of Munsey's Magazine's first editor. Bangs unsuccessfully ran for mayor of Yonkers, New York, in 1894. He delivered a speech in 1918 to YMCA members and allied soldiers on the front lines in France. He was well-known in the "Profile Cottage" circles as a jokester and prankster in addition to being a sarcastic author. In 1901, he departed Harper & Brothers, and in 1903, he was appointed editor of the New Metropolitan publication. He was named editor of Puck in 1904, which was maybe the best American humor publication at the time. He shifted his attention to the lecture circuit in 1906. At the age of 59, he passed away from stomach cancer in Atlantic City, New Jersey.