In the third week of November, in the year 1895, a dense yellow fog settled down upon London. From the Monday to the Thursday I doubt whether it was ever possible from our windows in Baker Street to see the loom of the opposite houses.
Showing posts with label His Last Bow. Show all posts
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Friday, November 7, 2014
The Adventure of the Cardboard Box
Posted by Unknown on 7:34 AM
In choosing a few typical cases which illustrate the remarkable mental qualities of my friend, Sherlock Holmes, I have endeavoured, as far as possible, to select those which presented the minimum of sensationalism, while offering a fair field for his talents.
The Adventure of the Devil's Foot
Posted by Unknown on 7:32 AM
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 difficulties caused by his own aversion to publicity.
The Adventure of the Dying Detective
Posted by Unknown on 7:31 AM
Mrs. Hudson, the landlady of Sherlock Holmes, was a long-suffering woman. Not only was her first-floor flat invaded at all hours by throngs of singular and often undesirable characters but her remarkable lodger showed an eccentricity and irregularity in his life which must have sorely tried her patience.
The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax
Posted by Unknown on 7:29 AM
“But why Turkish?” asked Mr. Sherlock Holmes, gazing fixedly at my boots. I was reclining in a cane-backed chair at the moment, and my protruded feet had attracted his ever-active attention.
His Last Bow
Posted by Unknown on 7:27 AM
It was nine o'clock at night upon the second of August—the most terrible August in the history of the world. One might have thought already that God's curse hung heavy over a degenerate world, for there was an awesome hush and a feeling of vague expectancy in the sultry and stagnant air.
The Adventure of the Red Circle
Posted by Unknown on 7:26 AM
Chapter I. Part One
“Well, Mrs. Warren, I cannot see that you have any particular cause for uneasiness, nor do I understand why I, whose time is of some value, should interfere in the matter.
The Adventure of Wisteria Lodge
Posted by Unknown on 7:16 AM
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