Dear me! Dear me! he said at last. Well, now, who would have thought it? And how deceptive appearances may be, to be sure! Such a nice young man to look at! It is a lesson to us not to trust our own judgment, is it not, Lestrade? Yes, some of us are...
I do not know how far Sherlock Holmes took any sleep that night, but when I came down to breakfast I found him pale and harassed, his bright eyes the brighter for the dark shadows round them. The carpet round his chair was littered with cigarette-end...
So, my dear Watson, there's my report of a failure. And yetand yethe clenched his thin hands in a paroxysm of convictionI know it's all wrong. I feel it in my bones. There is something that has not come out, and that housekeeper knows it. There was a...
Yes, Watson, I went there, and I found very quickly that the late lamented Oldacre was a pretty considerable black-guard. The father was away in search of his son. The mother was at homea little, fluffy, blue-eyed person, in a tremor of fear and indi...
My first movement, Watson, said he, as he bustled into his frock-coat, must, as I said, be in the direction of Blackheath. And why not Norwood? Because we have in this case one singular incident coming close to the heels of another singular incident....
I think I should like to have a word with you presently, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, said he. Now, Mr. McFarlane, two of my constables are at the door and there is a four-wheeler waiting. The wretched young man arose, and with a last beseeching glance at us...
One moment! said Holmes. Who opened the door? A middle-aged woman, who was, I suppose, his housekeeper. And it was she, I presume, who mentioned your name? Exactly, said McFarlane. Pray proceed. McFarlane wiped his damp brow and then continued his na...
Later.It is rumoured as we go to press that Mr. John Hector McFarlane has actually been arrested on the charge of the murder of Mr. Jonas Oldacre. It is at least certain that a warrant has been issued. There have been further and sinister development...
I looked with interest upon this man, who was accused of being the perpetrator of a crime of violence. He was flaxen-haired and handsome in a washed-out negative fashion, with frightened blue eyes and a clean-shaven face, with a weak, sensitive mouth...
Mr. Sherlock Holmes was leaning back in his chair after his whimsical protest, and was unfolding his morning paper in a leisurely fashion, when our attention was arrested by a tremendous ring at the bell, followed immediately by a hollow drumming sou...
