Well, now I come to the queer part of my story. About a week agoit was the Tuesday of last weekI found on one of the window-sills a number of absurd little dancing figures, like these upon the paper. They were scrawled with chalk. I thought that it w...
She was very straight about it, was Elsie. I can't say that she did not give me every chance of getting out of it if I wished to do so. I have had some very disagreeable associations in my life, said she; I wish to forget all about them. I would rath...
Very likely not; but I can quickly show you a close connection. Here are the missing links of the very simple chain: 1. You had chalk between your left finger and thumb when you returned from the club last night. 2. You put chalk there when you play...
The Dancing Men The Adventure of the Dancing Men Arthur Conan Doyle Holmes had been seated for some hours in silence with his long, thin back curved over a chemical vessel in which he was brewing a particularly malodorous product. His head was sunk u...
The malignant creature was seated in his own parlour with a policeman upon each side of him. It was a joke, my good sir, a practical joke, nothing more, he whined incessantly. I assure you, sir, that I simply concealed myself in order to see the effe...
Wonderful! said Lestrade. Wonderful! It's all as clear as crystal, as you put it. But what is the object of this deep deception, Mr. Holmes? It was amusing to me to see how the detective's overbearing manner had changed suddenly to that of a child as...
There's the advantage of being a builder, said Holmes, as we came out. He was able to fix up his own little hiding-place without any confederatesave, of course, that precious housekeeper of his, whom I should lose no time in adding to your bag, Lestr...
What's this, then? said Lestrade at last. What have you been doing all this time, eh? Oldacre gave an uneasy laugh, shrinking back from the furious red face of the angry detective. I have done no harm. No harm? You have done your best to get an innoc...
Lestrade's face had begun to grow red and angry. I don't know whether you are playing a game with us, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, said he. If you know anything, you can surely say it without all this tomfoolery. I assure you, my good Lestrade, that I have a...
Holmes had recovered his equanimity, though I still seemed to detect gleams of amusement in his expression. Dear me, this is a very sad development, Watson, is it not? said he. And yet there are singular points about it which hold out some hopes for...
