Well, sir, they were that he was to have a key of the house. That was all right. Lodgers often have them. Also, that he was to be left entirely to himself and never, upon any excuse, to be disturbed. Nothing wonderful in that, surely? Not in reason,...
No doubt, sir; but this is different. It frightens me, Mr. Holmes. I can't sleep for fright. To hear his quick step moving here and moving there from early morning to late at night, and yet never to catch so much as a glimpse of himit's more than I c...
The Red Circle Arthur Conan Doyle Chapter I. Part One Well, Mrs. Warren, I cannot see that you have any particular cause for uneasiness, nor do I understand why I, whose time is of some value, should interfere in the matter. I really have other thing...
I have never loved, Watson, but if I did and if the woman I loved had met such an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done. Who knows? Well, Watson, I will not offend your intelligence by explaining what is obvious. The gravel upon t...
Now I have told you all. You have yourself supplied the rest. I did, as you say, after a restless night, set off early from my cottage. I foresaw the difficulty of arousing him, so I gathered some gravel from the pile which you have mentioned, and I...
I thought no more of the matter until the vicar's telegram reached me at Plymouth. This villain had thought that I would be at sea before the news could reach me, and that I should be lost for years in Africa. But I returned at once. Of course, I cou...
Well, sir? asked Holmes sternly. I am about to tell you, Mr. Holmes, all that actually occurred, for you already know so much that it is clearly to my interest that you should know all. I have already explained the relationship in which I stood to th...
That is why I have done it, said he. It showed the bust and face of a very beautiful woman. Holmes stooped over it. Brenda Tregennis, said he. Yes, Brenda Tregennis, repeated our visitor. For years I have loved her. For years she has loved me. There...
You then walked swiftly for the mile which separated you from the vicarage. You were wearing, I may remark, the same pair of ribbed tennis shoes which are at the present moment upon your feet. At the vicarage you passed through the orchard and the si...
My defence? Yes, sir. My defence against what? Against the charge of killing Mortimer Tregennis. Sterndale mopped his forehead with his handkerchief. Upon my word, you are getting on, said he. Do all your successes depend upon this prodigious power o...
