We have found traces which show that a party of gypsies encamped on Monday night within a mile of the spot where the murder took place. On Tuesday they were gone. Now, presuming that there was some understanding between Simpson and these gypsies, mig...
The net is drawn pretty close round Fitzroy Simpson, he remarked, and I believe myself that he is our man. At the same time I recognize that the evidence is purely circumstantial, and that some new development may upset it. How about Strakers knife?...
It was evening before we reached the little town of Tavistock, which lies, like the boss of a shield, in the middle of the huge circle of Dartmoor. Two gentlemen were awaiting us in the station the one a tall, fair man with lion-like hair and beard a...
I had listened with the greatest interest to the statement which Holmes, with characteristic clearness, had laid before me. Though most of the facts were familiar to me, I had not sufficiently appreciated their relative importance, nor their connecti...
Mrs. Straker awoke at seven in the morning to find that her husband had not yet returned. She dressed herself hastily, called the maid, and set off for the stables. The door was open; inside, huddled together upon a chair, Hunter was sunk in a state...
What business have you here? asked the lad. Its business that may put something into your pocket. said the other. Youve two horses in for the Wessex Cup Silver Blaze and Bayard. Let me have the straight tip and you wont be a loser. Is it a fact that...
Edith Baxter was within thirty yards of the stables when a man appeared out of the darkness and called to her to stop. As she stepped into the circle of yellow light thrown by the lantern she saw that he was a person of gentlemanly bearing, dressed i...
Silver Blaze, said he, is from the Somomy stock and holds as brilliant a record as his famous ancestor. He is now in his fifth year and has brought in turn each of the prizes of the turf to Colonel Ross, his fortunate owner. Up to the time of the cat...
We are going well, said he, looking out of the window and glancing at his watch. Our rate at present is fifty-three and a half miles an hour. I have not observed the quarter-mile posts, said I. Nor have I. But the telegraph posts upon this line are s...
MEMOIRS OF SHERLOCK HOLMES by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Adventure I. Silver Blaze I am afraid, Watson that I shall have to go, said Holmes as we sat down together to our breakfast one morning. Go! Where to? To Dartmoor; to Kings Pyland. I was not surpri...
