You must surely remember the great Worthingdon bank business, said Holmes. Five men were in itthese four and a fifth called Cartwright. Tobin, the care-taker, was murdered, and the thieves got away with seven thousand pounds. This was in 1875. They w...
Well, it ended by their taking Blessington and hanging him. The matter was so prearranged that it is my belief that they brought with them some sort of block or pulley which might serve as a gallows. That screw-driver and those screws were, as I conc...
How about this rope? he asked. It is cut off this, said Dr. Trevelyan, drawing a large coil from under the bed. He was morbidly nervous of fire, and always kept this beside him, so that he might escape by the window in case the stairs were burning. T...
I should say that he has been dead about three hours, judging by the rigidity of the muscles, said I. Noticed anything peculiar about the room? asked Holmes. Found a screw-driver and some screws on the wash-hand stand. Seems to have smoked heavily du...
We had entered, and the doctor had preceded us into what was evidently his waiting-room. I really hardly know what I am doing, he cried. The police are already upstairs. It has shaken me most dreadfully. When did you find it out? He has a cup of tea...
My dear fellow, said he, it was one of the first solutions which occurred to me, but I was soon able to corroborate the doctor's tale. This young man has left prints upon the stair-carpet which made it quite superfluous for me to ask to see those whi...
And no advice for me? cried Blessington, in a breaking voice. My advice to your, sir, is to speak the truth. A minute later we were in the street and walking for home. We had crossed Oxford Street and were half way down Harley Street before I could g...
He relit the stair gas as he spoke, and we saw before us a singular-looking man, whose appearance, as well as his voice, testified to his jangled nerves. He was very fat, but had apparently at some time been much fatter, so that the skin hung about h...
Mr. Blessington seemed more excited over the matter than I should have thought possible, though of course it was enough to disturb anybody's peace of mind. He actually sat crying in an arm-chair, and I could hardly get him to speak coherently. It was...
