23-03-14 The Second Stain Arthur Conan Doyle I had intended The Adventure of the Abbey Grange to be the last of those exploits of my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, which I should ever communicate to the public. This resolution of mine was not due to any lack o...

23-03-14 The Abbey Grange Arthur Conan Doyle It was on a bitterly cold and frosty morning during the winter of 97 that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face and told me at a glan...

23-03-14 The Adventure of the Missing Three-Quarter Arthur Conan Doyle We were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at Baker Street, but I have a particular recollection of one which reached us on a gloomy February morning some seven or eight years a...