Critiques en avant-première

Sherlock Holmes and Irene Doyle are celebrating Irene’s sixteenth birthday at the Egyptian Hall as Alistair Hemsworth produces a real dragon before their eyes. This fantastic illusion makes the magician the talk of London. He even outshines the Wizard of Nottingham, his rival on and off the stage. Sherlock and Irene rush backstage after the show to meet the great man, only to witness Inspector Lestrade and his son arrest him. The Wizard is missing; his spectacles and chunks of flesh have been discovered in pools of blood in Hemsworth’s secret workshop. That, plus the fact that Nottingham has stolen Hemsworth’s wife away, speak of foul play and motive. The Lestrades are certain they have their man, but ever-observant Sherlock is not so sure. The deeper Holmes digs, the more this mystery becomes an illusion. Before it plays out, the boy will have to consider far more than Hemsworth’s guilt or innocence. He may even come to believe in magic and the existence of dragons. In this spine-tingling case, lust for fame and thirst for blood draw Sherlock Holmes one giant step closer to his destiny – master detective of all time.