He was last seen on the night of May 13ththat is, the night of last Monday. His room was on the second floor, and was approached through another larger room in which two boys were sleeping. These boys saw and heard nothing, so that it is certain that...
The greatest and perhaps the wealthiest. I am aware, Mr. Holmes, that you take a very high line in professional matters, and that you are prepared to work for the work's sake. I may tell you, however, that his Grace has already intimated that a chequ...
Forgive this weakness, Mr. Holmes; I have been a little overwrought. Thank you, if I might have a glass of milk and a biscuit I have no doubt that I should be better. I came personally, Mr. Holmes, in order to ensure that you would return with me. I...
The Priory School The Adventure of the Priory School Arthur Conan Doyle We have had some dramatic entrances and exits upon our small stage at Baker Street, but I cannot recollect anything more sudden and startling than the first appearance of Thorney...
There was a quarrel between you. He left you in a rage, and began to make his own plans independently of you. It strikes me, Williamson, there isn't very much that we can tell this gentleman, cried Carruthers, with a bitter laugh. Yes, we quarreled,...
Hum! said Holmes. I think I see how things worked, and I can understand how this message would, as you say, bring them to a head. But while we wait you might tell me what you can. The old reprobate with the surplice burst into a volley of bad languag...
Then you got it by a trick. But in any case a forced marriage is no marriage, but it is a very serious felony, as you will discover before you have finished. You'll have time to think the point out during the next ten years or so, unless I am mistake...
Yes, said our ally, I am Bob Carruthers, and I'll see this woman righted if I have to swing for it. I told you what I'd do if you molested her, and, by the Lord, I'll be as good as my word! You're too late. She's my wife! No, she's your widow. His re...
They didn't go to the house. Here are their marks on the lefthere, beside the laurel bushes! Ah, I said so! As he spoke a woman's shrill screama scream which vibrated with a frenzy of horrorburst from the thick green clump of bushes in front of us. I...
That's the man! I gasped. A solitary cyclist was coming towards us. His head was down and his shoulders rounded as he put every ounce of energy that he possessed on to the pedals. He was flying like a racer. Suddenly he raised his bearded face, saw u...
