Why not tell them of the Cornish horrorstrangest case I have handled. I have no idea what backward sweep of memory had brought the matter fresh to his mind, or what freak had caused him to desire that I should recount it; but I hasten, before another...
The Devil's Foot Arthur Conan Doyle In recording from time to time some of the curious experiences and interesting recollections which I associate with my long and intimate friendship with Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I have continually been faced by difficu...
That will do very well. I shall be very much surprised if it does not fetch our man. And it did! It is a matter of historythat secret history of a nation which is often so much more intimate and interesting than its public chroniclesthat Oberstein, e...
And your brother? He said nothing, but he had caught me once with his keys, and I think that he suspected. I read in his eyes that he suspected. As you know, he never held up his head again. There was silence in the room. It was broken by Mycroft Hol...
Tell us, then, how Cadogan West met his end before you laid him upon the roof of a railway carriage. I will. I swear to you that I will. I did the rest. I confess it. It was just as you say. A Stock Exchange debt had to be paid. I needed the money ba...
What is this? he asked. I came here to visit Mr. Oberstein. Everything is known, Colonel Walter, said Holmes. How an English gentleman could behave in such a manner is beyond my comprehension. But your whole correspondence and relations with Oberstei...
He is coming, said he. There had been a furtive step past the door. Now it returned. We heard a shuffling sound outside, and then two sharp taps with the knocker. Holmes rose, motioning us to remain seated. The gas in the hall was a mere point of lig...
By George! cried Lestrade. If he answers that we've got him! That was my idea when I put it in. I think if you could both make it convenient to come with us about eight o'clock to Caulfield Gardens we might possibly get a little nearer to a solution....
Finally: Monday night after nine. Two taps. Only ourselves. Do not be so suspicious. Payment in hard cash when goods delivered. Pierrot. A fairly complete record, Watson! If we could only get at the man at the other end! He sat lost in thought, tappi...
The cunning dog has covered his tracks, said he. He has left nothing to incriminate him. His dangerous correspondence has been destroyed or removed. This is our last chance. It was a small tin cash-box which stood upon the writing-desk. Holmes pried...
