Mary Watson

<p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(49 49 49 1)>London end of the century the capital of the largest empire of the world: a sprawling city populated by millions of people. Yet not all that glitters is gold. Behind or rather beneath the lights and extravagance the theaters and music and the crowds there are enormous social contradictions slowly coming to light. The industrial slums inhumane working conditions widespread prostitution massive exploitation of child labor alcoholism overcrowding poverty and hunger. Masses of destitute people struggling to survive tuberculosis crime and moral hardships.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(49 49 49 1)> </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(49 49 49 1)>Mary Watson was 27 years old when she met Watson and she had always been a beacon to those in need as her husband put it (TWIS: Folk who were in grief came to my wife like birds to a lighthouse.) Slowly in her concern for others she found herself battling abuse injustice and horrors. She fought with the tools she had the examples before her: the unwavering integrity and courage of John Watson the deductive prowess of Sherlock Holmes. She engaged with Catholics socialists the Salvation Army trade unions and anyone willing to do something to save a life and she never held back.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(49 49 49 1)> </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(49 49 49 1)>This is the chronicle of her adventures as she left it in a series of recently discovered writings. Some tell us a couple of Watson's stories but they present them through her eyes; of others we had never known anything and probably neither had Watson.</span></p><p><br></p>