It’s 1936. December. Christmas Eve. About five thirty. In deepest, darkest Oxfordshire. On a dark and stormy night, renowned actor William Gillette is waiting casually in his dressing gown for the festivities to begin at his remote country castle.
His hugely successful play, Sherlock Holmes, has finished it’s long West End run with a bang. And Gillette, who is admired the world over for his portrayal of the eponymous detective, is ready to welcome his fellow cast members for an evening of revelry.
But when one of the guests is gruesomely bumped off, it’s up to Gillette to track down the killer, as he assumes the persona of his beloved Holmes.
