About one, sir. Then Dr. Watson and I will come round in time. For the present, Mrs. Warren, good-bye. At half-past twelve we found ourselves upon the steps of Mrs. Warren's housea high, thin, yellow-brick edifice in Great Orme Street, a narrow thoro...
Most interesting, said Holmes. Did he observe the appearance of these mendid he hear them talk? No; he is clean dazed. He just knows that he was lifted up as if by magic and dropped as if by magic. Two a least were in it, and maybe three. And you con...
So it proved; for in the morning I found my friend standing on the hearthrug with his back to the fire and a smile of complete satisfaction upon his face. How's this, Watson? he cried, picking up the paper from the table. High red house with white st...
There are certainly some points of interest in this case, Watson, he remarked when the landlady had left us. It may, of course, be trivialindividual eccentricity; or it may be very much deeper than appears on the surface. The first thing that strike...
Well, we don't seem to have much material to help us. Do you say nothing has come out of that roomabsolutely nothing? The landlady drew an envelope from her bag; from it she shook out two burnt matches and a cigarette-end upon the table. They were on...
But why? What can it matter to him that his landlady should have a word of his writing? Still, it may be as you say. Then, again, why such laconic messages? I cannot imagine. It opens a pleasing field for intelligent speculation. The words are writte...
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...
