But we formed ours yesterday, and now it proves to be correct; so you must acknowledge that we have been a little in front of you this time, Mr. Holmes. You certainly have the air of something unusual having occurred, said Holmes. Lestrade laughed lo...
This place, Deep Dene House, is a big modern villa of staring brick, standing back in its own grounds, with a laurel-clumped lawn in front of it. To the right and some distance back from the road was the timber-yard which had been the scene of the fi...
Yes, Watson, I went there, and I found very quickly that the late lamented Oldacre was a pretty considerable black-guard. The father was away in search of his son. The mother was at homea little, fluffy, blue-eyed person, in a tremor of fear and indi...
Well, he drew up his own death-warrant at the same time, said Lestrade. Oh, you think so? Don't you? Well, it is quite possible; but the case is not clear to me yet. Not clear? Well, if that isn't clear, what could be clear? Here is a young man who l...
I think I should like to have a word with you presently, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, said he. Now, Mr. McFarlane, two of my constables are at the door and there is a four-wheeler waiting. The wretched young man arose, and with a last beseeching glance at us...
It was a clang of the bell, followed instantly by heavy steps upon the stair. A moment later our old friend Lestrade appeared in the doorway. Over his shoulder I caught a glimpse of one or two uniformed policemen outside. Mr. John Hector McFarlane? s...
Later.It is rumoured as we go to press that Mr. John Hector McFarlane has actually been arrested on the charge of the murder of Mr. Jonas Oldacre. It is at least certain that a warrant has been issued. There have been further and sinister development...
Mr. Sherlock Holmes was leaning back in his chair after his whimsical protest, and was unfolding his morning paper in a leisurely fashion, when our attention was arrested by a tremendous ring at the bell, followed immediately by a hollow drumming sou...
Chapter 1 - Camelot CAMELOT -- Camelot, said I to myself. I don't seem to remember hearing of it before. Name of the asylum, likely. It was a soft, reposeful summer landscape, as lovely as a dream, and as lonesome as Sunday. The air was full of the s...
IT is my considered view that no one can invent fictional characters without first having made a lengthy study of people, just as it is impossible for anyone to speak a language that has not been properly mastered. Since I am not yet of an age to in...
