That was bad enough, but worse was to come. I had noticed for some time that when Gorgiano came to us, as he constantly did, in the evening, he spoke much to me; and even when his words were to my husband those terrible, glaring, wild-beast eyes of h...
One night, when Gennaro returned from his work, he brought a fellow-countryman back with him. His name was Gorgiano, and he had come also from Posilippo. He was a huge man, as you can testify, for you have looked upon his corpse. Not only was his bod...
Half an hour later we were seated, all four, in the small sitting-room of Signora Lucca, listening to her remarkable narrative of those sinister events, the ending of which we had chanced to witness. She spoke in rapid and fluent but very unconventio...
I do not understand how you know these things, she said. Giuseppe Gorgianohow did he She paused, and then suddenly her face lit up with pride and delight. Now I see it! My Gennaro! My splendid, beautiful Gennaro, who has guarded me safe from all harm...
Perhaps not. That is why I thought it best to summon this lady to your aid. We all turned round at the words. There, framed in the doorway, was a tall and beautiful womanthe mysterious lodger of Bloomsbury. Slowly she advanced, her face pale and draw...
In the middle of the floor of the empty room was huddled the figure of an enormous man, his clean-shaven, swarthy face grotesquely horrible in its contortion and his head encircled by a ghastly crimson halo of blood, lying in a broad wet circle upon...
Why do you think so? Well, it figures out that way, does it not? Here he is, sending out messages to an accomplicethere are several of his gang in London. Then suddenly, just as by your own account he was telling them that there was danger, he broke...
Who is he? Well, well, we score over you for once, Mr. Holmes. You must give us best this time. He struck his stick sharply upon the ground, on which a cabman, his whip in his hand, sauntered over from a four-wheeler which stood on the far side of th...
