Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case.
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Saturday, November 8, 2014
Chapter II. The Statement of the Case
Posted by Unknown on 6:35 AM
Miss Morstan entered the room with a firm step and an outward composure of manner.
Chapter III. In Quest of a Solution
Posted by Unknown on 6:34 AM
It was half-past five before Holmes returned. He was bright, eager, and in excellent spirits,—a mood which in his case alternated with fits of the blackest depression.
Chapter IV. The Story of the Bald-Headed Man
Posted by Unknown on 6:32 AM
We followed the Indian down a sordid and common passage, ill lit and worse furnished, until he came to a door upon the right, which he threw open.
Chapter V. The Tragedy of Pondicherry Lodge
Posted by Unknown on 6:30 AM
It was nearly eleven o'clock when we reached this final stage of our night's adventures.
Chapter VI. Sherlock Holmes Gives a Demonstration
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“Now, Watson,” said Holmes, rubbing his hands, “we have half an hour to ourselves. Let us make good use of it.
Chapter VII. The Episode of the Barrel
Posted by Unknown on 6:26 AM
The police had brought a cab with them, and in this I escorted Miss Morstan back to her home.
Chapter VIII. The Baker Street Irregulars
Posted by Unknown on 6:21 AM
“What now?” I asked. “Toby has lost his character for infallibility.”
Chapter IX. A Break in the Chain
Posted by Unknown on 6:18 AM
It was late in the afternoon before I woke, strengthened and refreshed. Sherlock Holmes still sat exactly as I had left him, save that he had laid aside his violin and was deep in a book.
Chapter X. The End of the Islander
Posted by Unknown on 6:16 AM
Our meal was a merry one. Holmes coud talk exceedingly well when he chose, and that night he did choose. He appeared to be in a state of nervous exaltation.
Chapter XI. The Great Agra Treasure
Posted by Unknown on 6:14 AM
Our captive sat in the cabin opposite to the iron box which he had done so much and waited so long to gain.
Chapter XII. The Strange Story of Jonathan Small
Posted by Unknown on 6:01 AM
A very patient man was that inspector in the cab, for it was a weary time before I rejoined him. His face clouded over when I showed him the empty box.
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