The Adventure of the Creeping Man

THERE WAS A QUICK STEP ON THE STAIRS, A SHARP RAP AT THE DOOR, AND A MOMENT LATER THE NEW CLIENT PRESENTED HIMSELF.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes was always of opinion that I should publish the singular facts connected with Professor Presbury, if only to dispel once for all the ugly rumours which some twenty years ago agitated the university and were echoed in the learned societies of London. There were, however, certain obstacles in the way, and the […]

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The Problem of Thor Bridge

SUDDENLY HE SPRANG FROM HIS CHAIR.

Somewhere in the vaults of the bank of Cox and Co., at Charing Cross, there is a travel-worn and battered tin dispatchbox with my name, John H. Watson, M. D., Late Indian Army, painted upon the lid. It is crammed with papers, nearly all of which are records of cases to illustrate the curious problems […]

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The Adventure of the Three Garridebs

“WHY DID HE EVER DRAG YOU INTO IT AT ALL?” ASKED OUR VISITOR.

It may have been a comedy, or it may have been a tragedy. It cost one man his reason, it cost me a blood-letting, and it cost yet another man the penalties of the law. Yet there was certainly an element of comedy. Well, you shall judge for yourselves. I remember the date very well, […]

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The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire

“HULLO! HULLO! GOOD OLD INDEX. YOU CAN’T BEAT IT.”

Holmes had read carefully a note which the last post had brought him. Then, with the dry chuckle which was his nearest approach to a laugh, he tossed it over to me. “For a mixture of the modern and the mediaeval, of the practical and of the wildly fanciful, I think this is surely the […]

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The Adventure of the Three Gables

“SEE HERE, MASSER HOLMES, YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OUT OF OTHER FOLKS’ BUSINESS.”

I don’t think that any of my adventures with Mr. Sherlock Holmes opened quite so abruptly, or so dramatically, as that which I associate with The Three Gables. I had not seen Holmes for some days and had no idea of the new channel into which his activities had been directed. He was in a […]

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The Adventure of the Mazarin Stone

BILLY ADVANCED AND DREW AWAY THE DRAPERY.

It was pleasant to Dr. Watson to find himself once more in the untidy room of the first floor in Baker Street which had been the starting-point of so many remarkable adventures. He looked round him at the scientific charts upon the wall, the acid-charred bench of chemicals, the violin-case leaning in the corner, the […]

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The Adventure of the Blanched Soldier

I LIT MY PIPE AND LEANED BACK IN MY CHAIR.

The ideas of my friend Watson, though limited, are exceedingly pertinacious. For a long time he has worried me to write an experience of my own. Perhaps I have rather invited this persecution, since I have often had occasion to point out to him how superficial are his own accounts and to accuse him of […]

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The Adventure of the Illustrious Client

FOR ANSWER HE HAD SHOT HIS LONG, THIN, NERVOUS ARM OUT OF THE SHEETS.

“It can’t hurt now,” was Mr. Sherlock Holmes’s comment when, for the tenth time in as many years, I asked his leave to reveal the following narrative. So it was that at last I obtained permission to put on record what was, in some ways, the supreme moment of my friend’s career. Both Holmes and […]

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The Adventure of the Devil’s Foot

BESIDE IT SAT THE DEAD MAN, LEANING BACK IN HIS CHAIR.

In recording from time to time some of the curious experiences and interesting recollections which I associate with my long and intimate friendship with Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I have continually been faced by difficulties caused by his own aversion to publicity. To his sombre and cynical spirit all popular applause was always abhorrent, and nothing […]

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The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax

HE SPENT HIS DAY UPON A LOUNGE-CHAIR ON THE VERANDA.

“But why Turkish?” asked Mr. Sherlock Holmes, gazing fixedly at my boots. I was reclining in a cane-backed chair at the moment, and my protruded feet had attracted his ever-active attention. “English,” I answered in some surprise. “I got them at Latimer’s, in Oxford Street.” Holmes smiled with an expression of weary patience. “The bath!” […]

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