Baker Street Memoir Mystery Cache

The cache is not at the above listed coordinates.
In order to find the cache, you must use your deductive reasoning skills and match wits with one of the greatest detectives of all time.

From the Reminiscences of
John H. Watson, M.D.,
Late of the Army Medical
Department

March 3, 1859

It is a rainy, foggy afternoon, as is customary in London this time of year. My companion sits quietly in the velvet-lined armchair deep in thought about the case at hand. He raises his eyes languidly from the old black leather volume that he had opened. “Dr. Watson, my dear sir. Could you be kind to let me know the time?” Without much thought and a cursory glance at the clock, I answered, “It is now eleven minutes until the hour of noon.” After answering my friend’s inquiry, knowing that it must be a bit later, I realized that the grandfather clock in the corner of the study had ceased to run precisely two hours earlier and that the time I gave Mr. Holmes was incorrect. He did not seem to notice, however, as the current case was completely occupying his mind.

Back on August 1st, Miss Cecille Granby came calling to our flat on Baker Street. “I have come to you, Mr. Holmes,” she said, “because you once enabled my employer to unravel a little domestic complication. She was much impressed by your kindness and skill.”

“State your case,” said he, in brisk business tones.

“Briefly,” she continued, “the facts are these. My father was an officer in an Indian regiment. Exactly two weeks ago, to this very day, my father, who was senior captain of his regiment, obtained seven months leave and was to return home. He telegraphed to me from Egypt that he would soon be on his way. Here is a copy of the telegraph he sent to me. I took the telegraph from Miss Granby and read aloud, "My dear Cecille. I am so happy to be coming home and cannot wait to see you. You can expect me in about oh, five days I suppose. Until then."

“I had not heard from him since," said Miss Granby. "I waited without news of him, hoping that his travel arrangements might have been delayed. I communicated with the police and advertised in all the papers. My inquiries led to no result. Finally, my father’s body turned up, washed ashore on the beach at Brighton. Apparently, his transport was sunk in a violent storm off the coast. There were no survivors.”

“In a letter earlier in the year, my father stated that he had something of great value to give to me. So valuable, that he had it hid away in a very secure location. He was to tell me of this location after his arrival in London, but now I may never know where to find it. It is for this reason that I am here before you Mr. Holmes. I wish to employ your services to help me find that which my late father has left me. My last memory of him.”

This is the case on which my companion now speculates. Suddenly, as if awaking from a deep sleep, Holmes says, “There is no great mystery in this matter. The facts presented to us on Miss Granby’s initial visit have given us all we need to determine the location of the treasure.” “What, you have solved it already?” I replied. “The facts presented to us definitely suggest its location. Come now Watson, let us go retrieve the prize”

~ J.H.Watson, M.D.

As stated above, the cache is not at the listed coordinates. The coordinates for the final cache can be deduced from the passage of text from Dr. Watson's journal.

The cache is a smaller ammo can painted black. There is a number of good trade items in the cache.

Good luck and have fun!

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