The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Language: English
Pages: 282
ISBN: B01HDWXSEW
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s collection of stories featuring the world’s greatest consulting detective has now been re-written, with all the characters regendered. Now follow Miss Sherlock Holmes as she uses her unparalleled powers of deduction to solve her most challenging mysteries.
The Adventures of Sherlock Homes is a collection of twelve of the best stories featuring the great detective. From unravelling the curious circumstances her new client finds herself in in The Red-Headed League to discovering the mysterious cause of death during The Adventure of the Speckled Band, Miss Sherlock Holmes’s powers of deduction will astound you!
see what would come of this strange affair. Presently she emerged from the room again, and in the light of the passage lamp your son saw that she carried the precious coronet in her hands. She passed down the stairs, and he, thrilling with horror, ran along and slipped behind the curtain near your door, whence he could see what passed in the hall beneath. He saw her stealthily open the window, hand out the coronet to someone in the gloom, and then closing it once more hurry back to her room,
entered was a strange and impressive figure. His slow, limping step and bowed shoulders gave the appearance of decrepitude, and yet his hard, deep-lined, craggy features, and his enormous limbs showed that he was possessed of unusual strength of body and of character. His tangled beard, grizzled hair, and outstanding, drooping eyebrows combined to give an air of dignity and power to his appearance, but his face was of an ashen white, while his lips and the corners of his nostrils were tinged with
question you as to those details which seem to me to be most important.” The young man pulled his chair up and pushed his wet feet out towards the blaze. “My name,” said he, “is John Openshaw, but my own affairs have, as far as I can understand, little to do with this awful business. It is a hereditary matter; so in order to give you an idea of the facts, I must go back to the commencement of the affair. “You must know that my grandfather had two sons — my uncle Elias and my father Joseph. My
very old mansion. “Stoke Moran?” said he. “Yes, sir, that be the house of Dr Grimesby Roylott,” remarked the driver. “There is some building going on there,” said Holmes; “that is where we are going.” “There’s the village,” said the driver, pointing to a cluster of roofs some distance to the left; “but if you want to get to the house, you’ll find it shorter to get over this stile, and so by the footpath over the fields. There it is, where the lady is walking.” “And the lady, I fancy, is Miss
small that a rat could hardly pass through.” “I knew that we should find a ventilator before ever we came to Stoke Moran.” “My dear Holmes!” “Oh, yes, I did. You remember in her statement she said that her sister could smell Dr Roylott’s cigar. Now, of course that suggested at once that there must be a communication between the two rooms. It could only be a small one, or it would have been remarked upon at the coroner’s inquiry. I deduced a ventilator.” “But what harm can there be in that?”