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Chapter I — The Science of Deduction
Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel-piece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, w…
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Chapter II — The Statement of the Case
Miss Morstan entered the room with a firm step and an outward composure of manner. She was a blonde young lady, small, dainty, well gloved,…
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Chapter III In Quest of a Solution
It was half-past five before Holmes returned. He was bright, eager, and in excellent spirits,—a mood which in his case alternated with fits…
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Chapter IV — The Story of the Bald-Headed Man
We followed the Indian down a sordid and common passage, ill-lit and worse furnished, until he came to a door upon the right, which he thre…
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Chapter V — The Tragedy of Pondicherry Lodge
It was nearly eleven o’clock when we reached this final stage of our night’s adventures. We had left the damp fog of the great city behind…
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Chapter VI — Sherlock Holmes Gives a Demonstration
“Now, Watson,” said Holmes, rubbing his hands, “we have half an hour to ourselves. Let us make good use of it. My case is, as I have told y…
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Chapter VII — The Episode of the Barrel (1)
The police had brought a cab with them, and in this I escorted Miss Morstan back to her home. After the angelic fashion of women, she had b…
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Chapter VII — The Episode of the Barrel (2)
“It is just possible that we may need something of the sort if we get to their lair. Jonathan I shall leave to you, but if the other turns…
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Chapter VIII — The Baker Street Irregulars
“What now?” I asked. “Toby has lost his character for infallibility.” “He acted according to his lights,” said Holmes, lifting him down fro…
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Chapter IX — A Break in the Chain
It was late in the afternoon before I woke, strengthened and refreshed. Sherlock Holmes still sat exactly as I had left him, save that he h…
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Chapter X — The End of the Islander
Our meal was a merry one. Holmes could talk exceedingly well when he chose, and that night he did choose. He appeared to be in a state of n…
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Chapter XI — The Great Agra Treasure
Our captive sat in the cabin opposite to the iron box which he had done so much and waited so long to gain. He was a sunburned, reckless-ey…
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Chapter XII — The Strange Story of Jonathan Small (1)
A very patient man was that inspector in the cab, for it was a weary time before I rejoined him. His face clouded over when I showed him th…
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Chapter XII — The Strange Story of Jonathan Small (2)
“‘This pretended merchant, who travels under the name of Achmet, is now in the city of Agra, and desires to gain his way into the fort. He…
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Chapter XII — The Strange Story of Jonathan Small (3)
“‘Nothing of the sort,’ I answered. ‘I have thought it all out to the last detail. The only bar to our escape is that we can get no boat fi…