20-04-20 I left him then, still puffing at his black clay pipe, with the conviction that when I came again on the next evening I would find that he held in his hands all the clews which would lead up to the identity of the disappearing bridegroom of Miss Mar...
20-04-20 Well, she had a slate-colored, broad-brimmed straw hat, with a feather of a brickish red. Her jacket was black, with black beads sewn upon it, and a fringe of little black jet ornaments. Her dress was brown, rather darker than coffee color, with a l...
20-04-20 A flush stole over Miss Sutherlands face, and she picked nervously at the fringe of her jacket. I met him first at the gasfitters ball, she said. They used to send father tickets when he was alive, and then afterwards they remembered us, and sent th...
20-04-20 My dear fellow, said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere c...
20-04-20 You see, Watson, he explained in the early hours of the morning as we sat over a glass of whisky and soda in Baker Street, it was perfectly obvious from the first that the only possible object of this rather fantastic business of the advertisement o...
20-04-20 My friend was an enthusiastic musician, being himself not only a very capable perfomer but a composer of no ordinary merit. All the afternoon he sat in the stalls wrapped in the most perfect happiness, gently waving his long, thin fingers in time to...
20-04-20 I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced, elderly gentleman with fiery red hair. With an apology for my intrusion, I was about to withdraw...
20-04-20 I slept at Baker Street that night, and we were engaged upon our toast and coffee in the morning when the King of Bohemia rushed into the room. You have really got it! he cried, grasping Sherlock Holmes by either shoulder and looking eagerly into hi...
20-04-20 At three oclock precisely I was at Baker Street, but Holmes had not yet returned. The landlady informed me that he had left the house shortly after eight oclock in the morning. I sat down beside the fire, however, with the intention of awaiting him,...
20-04-20 I. To Sherlock Holmes she is always THE woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions,...