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Silver Blaze - (1)
I am afraid, Watson, that I shall have to go,” said Holmes, as we sat down together to our breakfast one morning. “Go! Where to?” “To Dartm…
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Silver Blaze - (2)
It was evening before we reached the little town of Tavistock, which lies, like the boss of a shield, in the middle of the huge circle of D…
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Silver Blaze - (3)
“Oh, you can trust me, you can trust me!” “Yes, I think I can. Well, you shall hear from me to-morrow.” He turned upon his heel, disregardi…
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The Adventure of the Cardboard Box - (1)
In choosing a few typical cases which illustrate the remarkable mental qualities of my friend, Sherlock Holmes, I have endeavoured, as far…
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The Adventure of the Cardboard Box - (2)
“A telegram for you, Mr. Holmes,” said he. “Ha! It is the answer!” He tore it open, glanced his eyes over it, and crumpled it into his pock…
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The Yellow Face - (1)
In publishing these short sketches based upon the numerous cases in which my companion’s singular gifts have made us the listeners to, and…
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The Yellow Face - (2)
“I was struck dumb with astonishment at the sight of her; but my emotions were nothing to those which showed themselves upon her face when…
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The Stockbroker’s Clerk - (1)
Shortly after my marriage I had bought a connection in the Paddington district. Old Mr. Farquhar, from whom I purchased it, had at one time…
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The Stockbroker’s Clerk - (2)
“You may well look surprised, Dr. Watson; but it is this way,” said he: “When I was speaking to the other chap in London, at the time that…
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The Stockbroker’s Clerk - (3)
“Old Trevor was evidently a man of some wealth and consideration, a J.P. and a landed proprietor. Donnithorpe is a little hamlet just to th…
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The Stockbroker’s Clerk - (4)
“These are the very papers, Watson, which he handed to me, and I will read them to you, as I read them in the old study that night to him.…
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The Musgrave Ritual - (1)
An anomaly which often struck me in the character of my friend Sherlock Holmes was that, although in his methods of thought he was the neat…
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The Musgrave Ritual - (2)
“‘I must see that paper, Musgrave,’ said I, ‘which this butler of yours thought it worth his while to consult, even at the risk of the loss…
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The Reigate Squires - (1)
It was some time before the health of my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes recovered from the strain caused by his immense exertions in the spring…
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The Reigate Squires - (2)
“I would willingly give five hundred,” said the J.P., taking the slip of paper and the pencil which Holmes handed to him. “This is not quit…
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The Crooked Man - (1)
One summer night, a few months after my marriage, I was seated by my own hearth smoking a last pipe and nodding over a novel, for my day’s…
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The Crooked Man - (2)
“Your discoveries seem to have left the business more obscure that it was before,” said I. “Quite so. They undoubtedly showed that the affa…
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The Resident Patient - (1)
In glancing over the somewhat incoherent series of memoirs with which I have endeavoured to illustrate a few of the mental peculiarities of…
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The Resident Patient - (2)
But a singular interruption brought us to a standstill. The light at the top was suddenly whisked out, and from the darkness came a reedy,…
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The Greek Interpreter - (1)
During my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr. Sherlock Holmes I had never heard him refer to his relations, and hardly ever to his own…
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The Greek Interpreter - (2)
“‘Harold,’ said she, speaking English with a broken accent. ‘I could not stay away longer. It is so lonely up there with only—Oh, my God, i…
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The Naval Treaty - (1)
The July which immediately succeeded my marriage was made memorable by three cases of interest, in which I had the privilege of being assoc…
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The Naval Treaty - (2)
“You can imagine the state of things here when they were roused from their beds by the doctor’s ringing and found me in this condition. Poo…
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The Naval Treaty - (3)
“I don’t think any one could make much of this,” said he. “Let us go round the house and see why this particular room was chosen by the bur…
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The Final Problem - (1)
It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which my fr…
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The Final Problem - (2)
So far all had gone admirably. My luggage was waiting for me, and I had no difficulty in finding the carriage which Holmes had indicated, t…