The later Holmes stories tend to be extremely implausible and silly but this particular one is not improved by the addition of ethnic stereotypes and the inescapably murderous nature of a *checks notes* disabled child. The weirdest part is when Holmes worries that this will lead to a nation of monkey extract addicts.
Not to spoil a 97-year-old story but this one is about a guy who is injecting himself with extract of monkey to woo a much younger woman, which, uh, okay. I just can’t get down with a story about the sinister uncanny valley aura of, um, a little black girl.
I will at least say for this story that it is trying to be antiracist, but it didn’t age well.
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