23-02-28 A Case of Identity Arthur Conan Doyle My dear fellow, said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conce...

23-02-23 The Red-Headed League Arthur Conan Doyle I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced, elderly gentleman with fiery red hair. With an apology...

23-02-23 Chapter III. I slept at Baker Street that night, and we were engaged upon our toast and coffee in the morning when the King of Bohemia rushed into the room. You have really got it! he cried, grasping Sherlock Holmes by either shoulder and looking ea...

23-02-23 Chapter 2 At three oclock precisely I was at Baker Street, but Holmes had not yet returned. The landlady informed me that he had left the house shortly after eight oclock in the morning. I sat down beside the fire, however, with the intention of awa...

23-02-23 A Scandal in Bohemia Arthur Conan Doyle Chapter 1 To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emoti...

23-02-23 Chapter 12 The Strange Story of Jonathan Small 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. There goes the reward! said he, gloomily. Where th...

23-02-23 Chapter 11 The Great Agra Treasure Our captive sat in the cabin opposite to the iron box which he had done so much and waited so long to gain. He was a sunburned, reckless-eyed fellow, with a net-work of lines and wrinkles all over his mahogany feat...

23-02-23 Chapter 10 The End of the Islander 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. I have never known him so brilliant. He spoke on a quick...

23-02-23 Chapter 9 Break in the Chain 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. He looked across at me, as I sti...

23-02-23 Chapter 8 The Baker Street Irregulars What now? I asked. Toby has lost his character for infallibility. He acted according to his lights, said Holmes, lifting him down from the barrel and walking him out of the timber-yard. If you consider how much...