I was thunderstruck by my friends words. We had only been a few hours in Devonshire, and that he should give up an investigation which he had begun so brilliantly was quite incomprehensible to me. Not a word more could I draw from him until we were b...
He has the horse, then? He tried to bluster out of it, but I described to him so exactly what his actions had been upon that morning that he is convinced that I was watching him. Of course you observed the peculiarly square toes in the impressions, a...
It was twenty minutes, and the reds had all faded into grays before Holmes and the trainer reappeared. Never have I seen such a change as had been brought about in Silas Brown in that short time. His face was ashy pale, beads of perspiration shone up...
We dont want any loiterers about here, said he. I only wished to ask a question, said Holmes, with his finger and thumb in his waistcoat pocket. Should I be too early to see your master, Mr. Silas Brown, if I were to call at five oclock to-morrow mor...
We crossed the marshy bottom and passed over a quarter of a mile of dry, hard turf. Again the ground sloped, and again we came on the tracks. Then we lost them for half a mile, but only to pick them up once more quite close to Mapleton. It was Holmes...
Its this way, Watson, said he at last. We may leave the question of who killed John Straker for the instant and confine ourselves to finding out what has become of the horse. Now, supposing that he broke away during or after the tragedy, where could...
I cannot think how I came to overlook it, said the inspector with an expression of annoyance. It was invisible, buried in the mud. I only saw it because I was looking for it. What! you expected to find it? I thought it not unlikely. He took the boots...
As we emerged from the sitting-room a woman, who had been waiting in the passage, took a step forward and laid her hand upon the inspectors sleeve. Her face was haggard and thin and eager, stamped with the print of a recent horror. Have you got them?...
This is a very singular knife, said Holmes, lifting it up and examining it minutely. I presume, as I see blood-stains upon it, that it is the one which was found in the dead mans grasp. Watson, this knife is surely in your line? It is what we call a...
Excuse me, said he, turning to Colonel Ross, who had looked at him in some surprise. I was day-dreaming. There was a gleam in his eyes and a suppressed excitement in his manner which convinced me, used as I was to his ways, that his hand was upon a c...
