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Unlocking the Mystery Behind The Case of the Bolted Door
When I first sat down to write The Case of the Bolted Door, I knew I wanted to craft a story that harked back to the golden age of detective fiction while keeping it firmly grounded in the modern world. The inspiration came from a classic Sherlock Holmes tale, The Adventure of the Speckled Band, which I first encountered as a teenager and which has stayed with me ever since. It’s a brilliant example of how a locked-room mystery can be both chilling and satisfyingly clever.
I began by asking myself a simple question: how would a locked-room puzzle work today, in a world filled with CCTV, forensics, and high-tech security systems? The answer was to lean into that modernity while keeping the mystery rooted in the kind of human greed and betrayal that never goes out of fashion.
Without spoilers, at the heart of the story is a character driven by desperation and arrogance, which leads him to commit what he believes is the perfect crime. Writing him was a fascinating challenge; I wanted readers to see him as outwardly composed while his darker motives simmer just beneath the surface.
The process of writing the story was as much about peeling back layers of deceit as it was about constructing them. Atticus Priest’s rational, methodical approach allowed me to build the mystery piece by piece, planting clues for readers who enjoy matching wits with him. Jez Hardwicke serves as both observer and participant, capturing the action with his usual wry humour.
I’m particularly excited to share this story with you because it represents everything I love about writing mysteries: a compelling puzzle, layered characters, and just enough twists to keep you guessing. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
You can get The Case of the Bolted Door as an ebook and audiobook on my store (for all devices, including Kindle), or at Amazon.
The Atticus Priest Casebook
My mum and dad had a small collection of books on the dresser in the living room when I was growing up. I’m pretty sure one of those books was a Reader’s Digest edition of the Sherlock Holmes short stories. I can remember quiet afternoons spent curled up with that book, lost in the world of 221B Baker Street. It was my first introduction to the genius of Holmes and the loyalty of Watson, and it’s a memory that has stayed with me ever since.
Years later, those stories (and Jeremy Brett’s rendition of Holmes in the ITV series) would inspire my own work. Now, as I prepare to release the first Atticus Priest short story – The Mystery of the Missing Pages – I find myself reflecting on the influence of Arthur Conan Doyle, the enduring appeal of Holmes and Watson, and the joy of creating my own spin on the classic detective duo.
Conan Doyle created Holmes in the late 19th century, introducing him to the world in A Study in Scarlet in 1887. The character was inspired by Dr. Joseph Bell, one of Doyle’s professors at the University of Edinburgh, who was known for his powers of observation and deduction. Holmes quickly became a literary sensation, with readers captivated by his brilliant mind, eccentric personality, and knack for solving the unsolvable.
Doyle’s stories were originally published in magazines, most notably The Strand, where they reached a wide audience. Each installment left readers eagerly awaiting the next, cementing Holmes as one of the most iconic characters in literary history. Despite Doyle’s occasional frustration with his creation — he famously killed off Holmes in “The Final Problem” before public demand forced his return — the detective has endured for over a century, inspiring countless adaptations and reinterpretations.
What makes Holmes so timeless? For me, it’s the combination of his razor-sharp intellect, his ability to see what others overlook, and his unwavering dedication to uncovering the truth. But it’s also his flaws — his aloofness, his addiction to stimulation, and his occasional arrogance — that make him human. Paired with Dr. Watson’s warmth, Holmes becomes not just a detective, but a character you root for.
Reading Doyle’s stories as a child sparked a lifelong love of detective fiction. From Agatha Christie to Raymond Chandler, I devoured mysteries of all kinds. But it was Holmes who left the deepest mark. I was fascinated by his methods, his ability to see patterns where others saw chaos, and his knack for making the impossible seem simple. The stories taught me that every detail matters and that the best mysteries aren’t just puzzles — they’re windows into human nature.
When I began writing my own detective stories, I often found myself returning to the lessons I’d learned from Doyle. My protagonist, Atticus Priest, isn’t Holmes — he’s very much his own man — but he shares a similar brilliance and a relentless drive to uncover the truth. Like Holmes, Atticus doesn’t always play by the rules, but he has a strong moral compass and a deep respect for justice.
The idea for writing short stories featuring Atticus came from two places: my love of Doyle’s original stories and my desire to explore Atticus in a new format. Short stories are a different beast from novels. They require precision, economy, and a focus on a single, compelling idea. In many ways, they’re the perfect medium for a detective like Atticus, whose cases often hinge on a single clue or insight.
When I decided to create these stories, I knew I wanted to pay homage to Doyle while making them distinctly my own. The tone, the structure, and the interplay between Atticus and his assistant, Jez Hardwicke, are all inspired by Holmes and Watson, but the setting and cases are thoroughly modern. These stories take place in the Salisbury and Winchester areas, grounding them in the rich history and character of the English countryside.
The first short story in the series, which will be released just before Christmas, was a joy to write. My wife tells me that my best stuff is usually written quickly, and I finished the 10,000 words in the story during long trains ride to and from Suffolk. It combines many of the elements I love in a good mystery: a seemingly impossible crime, a cast of intriguing suspects, and a resolution that (I hope) will surprise readers. But it also gave me the chance to explore Atticus and Jeremy’s dynamic in a more intimate way. Writing from Jeremy’s perspective — much like Watson narrates Holmes’s adventures — allowed me to add a layer of warmth and humour to the story.
One of the challenges, and joys, of writing this story was finding the balance between paying tribute to Doyle and creating something fresh. I wanted readers to feel the echoes of Holmes and Watson, but I also wanted the story to stand on its own. Atticus isn’t Holmes, and Jez isn’t Watson, but their partnership has its own unique charm and energy. I think readers will enjoy seeing how their relationship develops over the course of these stories.
The Mystery of the Missing Pages will be available just before Christmas in both ebook and audio formats. It’s a perfect read (or listen) for a cosy winter evening, whether you’re a longtime fan of Atticus or new to the series. The story is designed to be a self-contained mystery, so you don’t need to have read the novels to enjoy it — though, of course, I hope it inspires you to dive into the rest of the series!
This first short story is just the beginning. I have plans for more adventures featuring Atticus and Jez, each inspired in some way by the classic Holmes tales. These stories will explore a range of mysteries, from thefts and disappearances to more unusual puzzles.
Thank goodness for that old compendium. Without them, I might never have discovered my love of detective fiction — or the joy of creating mysteries of my own.
AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 PLAYS
I’m working hard to get my catalogue translated into other languages. So far, I’ve had books translated into French, Spanish, Italian, Russian and – particularly – German. It’s been a wonderful and exciting experience, reminding me of the fun I had when I was releasing my first few books, and starting to find my audience.
Because, the thing is, I wasn’t sure whether my books would “travel” – I’m not conceited enough to think that just because I have been incredibly fortunate to find an audience for my books in English, that it would be a simple copy-and-paste exercise, and I would find similar success in whatever language they were presented in. But, so far, I’ve been blown away by how my stories are being received by readers around the world. Germany, for instance, has now become my third biggest audience, and the main challenge has been to arrange for my catalogue to be translated quickly enough to keep the momentum rolling on.
I’ve been so pleased to find new readers – I will never, ever stop appreciating anyone who chooses one of my books, and spends their precious time reading it, especially given how much choice there is out there. And in order to help with that, I’m also aware that people read in so many different ways these days, whatever the language. To that end, I’ve been delighted to release the first Milton audiobook in German recently, and have been delighted with how that’s been received as well.
There are other media that I’d love to see my characters in – as you may recall, we have a comic series on the way, and maybe one day there’ll be a live-action film or TV show (no news yet, sorry!) as well. I’m certainly not precious about one thing being “better” than others, as I just want to offer something for everyone, whoever they are, and wherever they are reading.
Anyway – plenty more to come this year. Currently, I’m just closing in on completing the latest Milton, and then it’ll be a scrum to decide which of the stories bouncing around my head I want to pluck out next. Who knows? But what I do know is that it’s just as much fun as ever.
“GOOD TIMES NEVER FELT SO GOOD”
I’m writing this the day after England managed to squeak past Denmark to make it to the European Championship final. It’s amazing how sport can create drama unlike anything else. So, with humble thanks for the indulgence for those amongst you who are untouched by this, I just wanted to write a few words. It’ll distract me from gnawing at my fingernails for a while longer.
Following a sports team can be something of a curse – I am a Dolphins fan, after all. However, with football, and international football in particular, there’s a chance that following your team – England, in my case – can offer moments of the most wonderful, ecstatic and memorable kind that you’ll have the detail of them permanently etched into your mind. The difference is the community of experience, and the rarity of them.
Following the England team, over decades, has proved a difficult one. A narrative has sprung up around the team of “glorious failure” – those “so close” moments that have become fodder for teary montages on the television just before we brace ourselves for yet another one. Injustice or gallant loss, either way, I have countless “I was there when…” moments where the room falls silent, the TV is switched off, and the hope and enthusiasm of a few hours previous is forgotten about for another couple of years.
Sport is described as the great unifier. This year, more than ever, I can see what that means. The team is a wonderful one for reasons far beyond their sporting talents. It represents many of the best things in a fairly fractured society – sensible, supportive and thoughtful, and it is one that is easy to support.
England may well lose on Sunday, but, whatever happens, I’ll not forget these few weeks, and the wonderful, precious memories that they have given us, at a time when we all could do with something positive to get behind. I hope wherever you are, there is something for you to get excited about, too.
(Edit: They lost. Ah well, a few more “years of hurt” to add to the pile…!)
“SHH!” “NO, YOU SHH!”
I mentioned earlier this month that I was feeling positive about being able to get back to doing some of my favourite things again, now that it seems (insert caveat) that things are moving towards the better. One of those is going to the cinema.
Like a lot of people, I’ve got a pretty decent set-up at home, and family film nights are a real occasion in our house. But, despite that, there’s nothing quite like going to the cinema, and sharing the experience with a disparate group of people, especially when the film is so good that it draws gasps, giggles and glee from the audience.
Some of my absolute favourite moments have been those that have drawn incredulous gasps or loud laughter, and sometimes – rarely, and, as a stiff-upper-lipped Englishman, something not at all to be encouraged – cheers and whoops. I remember the directors of one of the Avengers films posting during the first lockdown a secret recording of a full house going bananas during one of the climactic scenes from their film from the previous year, and I have to admit, I found it strangely emotional. Not to mention the numerous occasions where I’ve found myself in a packed cinema watching the latest Pixar movie and hearing the sniff-sniff-sniff of a few hundred people all with a bit of dust in their eye.
So, it’s been a long wait, but there are some huge films queueing up for later in the year – DUNE, in particular, sticks out for me, not least because a) I am a massive fan of the director and b) the book was a real staging post in my teenage reading life, as one of the key texts that taught about world-building on a massive scale. It’s one of those films that I really can’t imagine watching anywhere else but the big screen, with huge visuals, a powerful score and one of the all-time great sci-fi stories to enjoy. Of course, I’d be amazed if that’s the first film that I wind up going to see – the summer holidays are looming, and there is a more than non-zero chance that it’ll be something animated that I’ll be sat watching, with one or both of the kids. But, irrespective of how invested I am in seeing whether that talking goose is able to win the bobsleigh competition, let me tell you – I’ll love every single minute of it.
Pass the popcorn…
Like any true Englishman, I do enjoy a good grouse about the weather. There’s that old saying about the weather in Britain – “if you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes.” So, after a good grumble about the endless rain of May, I’ve found myself rooting around in the closet for shorts and a tee shirt, rather than the raincoat and wellies.
There’s something about summer that never fails to make me feel better. The long days, hopefully with a bit of sunshine, not to mention the chance to have some proper family time, once the kids have broken up from school. This year, however, has me feeling more optimistic and positive than ever, and that’s thanks to, at least, my part of the world starting to inch back towards whatever we are calling “normality” at the moment. I’ve had a jab, my friends and family have as well, and it feels like (with all appropriate caveats and pessimism still bubbling around) we can actually start thinking about all those things we have been hankering after for these long months.
Summer is also all about memories – happier, freer times, back when I was younger, and there weren’t quite so many responsibilities or obligations to worry about. Test cricket has started again, which always puts me in mind of, years ago, dragging my small black-and-white portable television out into the family garden, on the end of a long extension lead, tuning the dial like a safe cracker until the picture was just about good enough to make out who was throwing what at whom.
We were very fortunate to grow up in a town by the sea, with a wonderful beach only a short bike ride away. So summer also reminds me of sitting on towels on the sand, for hours at a time, talking to my friends about everything and nothing, and a square meal just being the square carton that the chips came in.
Peaceful, idyllic memories, which are of absolutely no use to me as a writer of thriller fiction. Rest assured, my next book will not feature Milton straightening out corrupt deckchair attendants, or illicit narcotics ferried around in the back of ice cream trucks.
So hopefully, wherever you are, you’re starting to see some grounds for optimism too. I wonder what things you’re now looking forward to doing, now things are getting tantalisingly close for some of us lucky ones around the world. I’m also sending best wishes to those of you who might still be a way away from feeling optimistic, and just hope that wherever you are, or whatever you are dealing with, you find the strength and good fortune to manage.
I’m going to get my head down and crack on with finishing my latest book. All this writing is tiring stuff, though. Maybe I’ll just take five minutes and see if I can find any soft scoop in the freezer…