I had gone into town on that day, but I returned by the 2:40 instead of the 3:36, which is my usual train. As I entered the house the maid ran into the hall with a startled face. Where is your mistress? I asked. I think that she has gone out for a wa...
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 our eyes met. She seemed for an instant to wish to shrink back inside the house again; and then, seeing how usel...
Where in the world have you been, Effie? I asked as she entered. She gave a violent start and a kind of gasping cry when I spoke, and that cry and start troubled me more than all the rest, for there was something indescribably guilty about them. My w...
What may you be wantin? she asked in a Northern accent. I am your neighbour over yonder, said I, nodding towards my house. I see that you have only just moved in, so I thought that if I could be of any help to you in any Ay, Well just ask ye when we...
Well, I told you just now that there is a cottage not far from our house. There is just a field between us, but to reach it you have to go along the road and then turn down a lane. Just beyond it is a nice little grove of Scotch firs, and I used to b...
Ill tell you what I know about Effies history. She was a widow when I met her first, though quite young only twenty-five. Her name then was Mrs. Hebron. She went out to America when she was young and lived in the town of Atlanta, where she married th...
Our visitor sprang from his chair. What! he cried, you know my name? If you wish to preserve your incognito, said Holmes, smiling, I would suggest that you cease to write your name upon the lining of your hat, or else that you turn the crown towards...
I beg your pardon, said he with some embarrassment, I suppose I should have knocked. Yes, of course I should have knocked. The fact is that I am a little upset, and you must put it all down to that. He passed his hand over his forehead like a man who...
You think a man must be well-to-do if he smokes a seven-shilling pipe? said I. This is Grosvenor mixture at eightpence an ounce, Holmes answered, knocking a little out on his palm. As he might get an excellent smoke for half the price, he has no need...
[In publishing these short sketches based upon the numerous cases in which my companions singular gifts have made us the listeners to, and eventually the actors in, some strange drama, it is only natural that I should dwell rather upon his successes...
