I’ll be uploading rankings of Sherlock Holmes stories from my new book, Wherever Fact May Lead Me: A Ranking of the Sherlock Holmes Stories, every day till we reach the best story. After that, I’ll share my ranking of the best villains in the Holmes canon. You can find the rankings on my website, and you can buy a copy of the book on Amazon.
Ranking the Sherlock Holmes Stories
53. The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire (January 1924, Case-Book)
Exsanguinated dialogue, atrophied prose, and scarcely credible assumptions suck the life from this moribund story. The premise is that of a South American mother who sucks blood from her baby’s neck, and, in so doing, is mistakenly thought by her husband to be a vampire. In actuality, it is the baby’s elder brother who is poisoning the baby with darts, and the mother is saving her baby’s life by sucking the dart’s poison from the wound. As Holmes himself might have said, we readers are alternately being given credit for having too much imagination and too little, for the plot’s coherence seems bafflingly equivocal. The narration tells us that Mrs. Ferguson has twice previously beaten the elder child (the child who sought to poison the baby) as punishment for his having tried to kill the baby. Readers’ credulity is stretched when we are asked to believe that a husband could be so morbidly fanciful as to arrive at the conclusion that—after two beatings of one child, and neck-suckings on the other—his wife is a vampire. However, if the husband is the sort to believe this, then it seems even more unlikely that he is also the sort to apply to a detective known for logic and rationality, as Holmes is, for a solution to the problems.
In The Sussex Vampire readers see what is perhaps the most dysfunctional household that Holmes visits in his long tour of them (surpassing even the Copper Beeches, Black Peter’s cabin, and the home of the Roylotts of Stoke Moran). Yet among these unhealthy mare’s nests, this Sussex home may be the one that is dealt with most lightly. The narration seems to skim over the gravity of domestic abuse in this story, which even in Victorian times (with their values of “spare the rod and spoil the child”: values that now ring disharmoniously to the modern ear) must have caused conscientious readers to feel disquiet. At story’s end, Holmes recommends sending the boy away for awhile, which one may suppose was a tolerable remedy for the upper crust. In an era before therapy, perhaps this was a solution that might have passed muster, but the tone that the narration gives to the incident seems to gloss over anything serious, and it’s hard not to wonder whether Holmes’ rather cavalier recommendation was strong enough to improve the gravely dismal home in The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire.


