Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth Northumber- land Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon. The regiment was stationed in India at the. Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. A Study in Scarlet is an detective novel by British author Arthur Conan Doyle. Written in , the story marks the first appearance of Sherlock Holmes and.
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Sherlock Holmes approached the body, and, kneeling down, examined it intently. It reminds me of the death of Van Jansen, in Utrecht, in the year ' Gregson," he said, "I have just made a discovery.
With these two implements he trotted noiselessly about the room, sometimes stopping, occasionally kneeling, and once lying flat upon his face. In the meantime I should like to speak to the constable who found the body. He was more than six feet high, was in the prime of life, had small feet for his height, wore coarse, square-toed boots and smoked a Trichinopoly cigar. He came here with his victim in a four-wheeled cab, which was drawn by a horse with three old shoes and one new one on his off fore leg.
In all probability the murderer had a florid face, and the finger-nails of his right hand were remarkably long. These are only a few indications, but they may assist you. There were the marks of the horse's hoofs, too.
The height of a man, in nine cases out of ten, can be told from the length of his stride. I had this fellow's stride both on the clay outside and on the dust within.
It was child's play. I gathered up some scattered ash from the floor. I have made a special study of cigar ashes - in fact, I have written a monograph upon the subject.
As to poor Lestrade's discovery, the style of script tells me that it was not done by a German. It was simply a ruse to divert inquiry by suggesting Socialism and secret societies. I'm not going to tell you much more of the case, Doctor. You know a conjurer gets no credit when once he has explained his trick. We must hurry up, for I want to go to Halle's concert to hear Norman Neruda this afternoon. Audley Court was not an attractive locality, and the constable a little irritable at being disturbed in his slumbers.
Holmes took a half-sovereign from his pocket and played with it pensively. At eleven there was a fight at the 'White Hart'; but bar that all was quiet enough. Now, I knew that them two houses in Lauriston Gardens was empty on account of him that owns them won't have the drains seed to, though the very last tenant what lived in them died o' typhoid fever.
I was knocked all in a heap at seeing a light in the window, and I suspected as something was wrong. When I got to the door Rance stared at Sherlock Holmes with the utmost amazement upon his features. Go on, what did you do next? That brought Murcher and two more to the spot.
The man whom you saw is the man who holds the clue of this mystery. Come along, Doctor. If it is true that this man tallies with your idea of the second party in this mystery, why should he come back to the house? There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it. And now for lunch, and then for Norman Neruda.
He threw the paper across to me and I glanced at the place he indicated. It was the "Found" column. Apply Dr. Watson, B, Baker Street. If my view of the case is correct, this man would rather risk anything than lose the ring. You had better clean your old service revolver. He will be a desperate man. When I returned Holmes was engaged in his favourite occupation of scraping upon his violin.
There was a sharp ring at the bell. Instead of the man of violence whom we expected, a very old and wrinkled woman hobbled into the apartment. The crone drew out a paper, and pointed at our advertisement. Sawyer," I interrupted, "I am glad to be able to restore it to the rightful owner. Sherlock Holmes sprang to his feet and rushed into his room.
He returned in a few seconds enveloped in an ulster. The instant he entered I saw by his face that he had not been successful. I perched myself behind and hopped off before we came to the address, and strolled down the street.
I saw the driver jump down, and when I reached him he was groping about in the empty cab. It must have been a young man, and an active one, too, besides being an incomparable actor. Take my advice and turn in.
I left Holmes seated in front of the smouldering fire, and long into the watches of the night I heard the low, melancholy wailings of his violin.
He presented a shilling, waved his hand, and they scampered away downstairs like so many rats.. Here is Gregson coming down the road, bound for us, I know. We have the man under lock and key. He had sent the hat to a Mr. Thus I got at his address.
When I asked if they had heard about the mysterious death of Enoch J. Drebber, her features turned perfectly livid. Drebber had been staying there with his secretary, Mr.
It seems that Drebber had returned drunk and made to force himself upon young Alice Charpentier. Alice's brother, a most violent man, had gone off after Drebber. I soon found out where Lieutenant Charpentier was, took two officers with me, and arrested him. Why, by Jove, here's the very man himself! Joseph Stangerson? Lestrade answered, seating himself.
This morning I reached Halliday's Private Hotel.
On my enquiry as to whether a Mr. Stangerson was living there, they at once answered, 'No doubt you are the gentleman whom he was expecting. He is upstairs in bed. From under the door there curled a little red ribbon of blood. The door was locked on the inside, but we put our shoulders to it, and knocked it in.
Beside the open window, all huddled up, lay the body of a man in his nightdress. The cause of death was a deep stab, which must have penetrated the heart.
What do you suppose was above the murdered man? Lestrade continued "The milk boy had seen a man descend a ladder raised against one of the windows of the second floor.
The boy imagined him to be some carpenter or joiner at work. He has an impression that the man was tall, had a reddish face. There were no papers in the murdered man's pocket, except a single telegram, dated from Cleveland about a month ago, and containing the words, 'J.
There was a small box containing a couple of pills.
Gregson, could contain himself no longer. Sherlock Holmes," he said, "we are all ready to acknowledge that you are smart. Can you name the man who did it? Just ask him to step up, Wiggins.
At that instant there was a sharp click, the jangling of handcuffs, and Sherlock Holmes sprang to his feet. Upon the fourth of May, eighteen hundred and forty-seven, a solitary man and a little girl-child lay dying, lost in the arid and repulsive desert of the great North American Continent.
John Ferrier and his adopted daughter, Lucy, were saved by the pilgrim band of Mormons under their resolute holy prophet Brigham Young, in return for John promising to adopt their religion.
John prospered in Mormon Utah, and kept his promise. Apart from one thing; he steadfastly refused to enter into a polygamous marriage as Mormonism demands, and equally refused to hand his daughter over to the Mormon Elders Stangerson or Drebber when she had her heart set on marrying the young prospector Jefferson Hope. Ferrier was murdered. Lucy was captured and forced into a multiple marriage with Elder Drebber.
She died soon afterwards, though Jefferson Hope, now fugitive, managed to prevent her being buried with her sham wedding ring. At Scotland Yard a police Inspector read the charge and said; "Mr. Jefferson Hope, have you anything that you wish to say? I must warn you that your words will be taken down, and may be used against you.
Sherlock Holmes is now over a hundred years old, but he is still loved by people everywhere. He is so famous that some people think he was a person who lived in London and they write letters to him, which arrive at B Baker Street! Conan Doyle made a fictional address for Sherlock and Dr Watson. Holmes and Watson Sherlock is a difficult person!
That is how he finds the answers to problems. Dr Watson is a good person to have next to Sherlock. He asks lots of questions and is always happy to listen to Sherlock. He often thinks with his heart and not his head!
His life was difficult when he was a child. Do you know what he studied? Conan Doyle was a doctor like John Watson.