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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  It was not, I must confess, a very alluring prospect. The oldhouse with its atmosphere of murder, the singular and formidableinhabitants, the unknown dangers of the approach, and the fact that wewere putting ourselves legally in a false position all combined todamp my ardour. But there was something in the ice-cold reasoning ofHolmes which made it impossible to shrink from any adventure whichhe might recommend. One knew that thus, and only thus, could asolution be found. I clasped his hand in silence, and the die wascast.
2.  "I do not know what I have done to be so severely tried," said he."Only two days ago I was a happy and prosperous man, without a care inthe world. Now I am left to a lonely and dishonoured age. One sorrowcomes close upon the heels of another. My niece, Mary, has desertedme."
3.  "John Clay, the murderer, thief, smasher, and forger. He's ayoung man, Mr. Merryweather, but he is at the head of hisprofession, and I would rather have my bracelets on him than onany criminal in London. He's a remarkable man, is young JohnClay. His grandfather was a royal duke, and he himself has beento Eton and Oxford. His brain is as cunning as his fingers, andthough we meet signs of him at every turn, we never know where tofind the man himself. He'll crack a crib in Scotland one week,and be raising money to build an orphanage in Cornwall the next.I've been on his track for years and have never set eyes on himyet."
4.  "No doubt you think me mad?" said he.
5.  These few inquiries proved, however, to be a more lengthy proceedingthan Holmes had imagined, for he did not return to the inn untilnearly nine o'clock. He was pale and dejected, stained with dust,and exhausted with hunger and fatigue. A cold supper was ready uponthe table, and when his needs were satisfied and his pipe alight hewas ready to take that half comic and wholly philosophic view whichwas natural to him when his affairs were going awry. The sound ofcarriage wheels caused him to rise and glance out of the window. Abrougham and pair of grays, under the glare of a gas-lamp, stoodbefore the doctor's door.
6.  "Oh, that's your idea!"


1.  "Let us, then, form the provisional theory that every nine daysthe professor takes some strong drug which has a passing but highlypoisonous effect. His naturally violent nature is intensified by it.He learned to take this drug while he was in Prague, and is nowsupplied with it by a Bohemian intermediary in London. This allhangs together, Watson!"
2.  Our chambers were always full of chemicals and of criminal relicswhich had a way of wandering into unlikely positions, and of turningup in the butter-dish or in even less desirable places. But his paperswere my great crux. He had a horror of destroying documents,especially those which were connected with his past cases, and yetit was only once in every year or two that he would muster energy todocket and arrange them; for, as I have mentioned somewhere in theseincoherent memoirs, the outbursts of passionate energy when heperformed the remarkable feats with which his name is associatedwere followed by reactions of lethargy during which he would lie aboutwith his violin and his books, hardly moving save from the sofa to thetable. Thus month after month his papers accumulated until everycorner of the room was stacked with bundles of manuscript which wereon no account to be burned, and which could not be put away save bytheir owner. One winter's night, as we sat together by the fire, Iventured to suggest to him that, as he had finished pasting extractsinto his commonplace book, he might employ the next two hours inmaking our room a little more habitable. He could not deny the justiceof my request, so with a rather rueful face he went off to hisbedroom, from which he returned presently pulling a large tin boxbehind him. This he placed in the middle of the floor, and,squatting down upon a stool in front of it, he threw back the lid. Icould see that it was already a third full of bundles of paper tied upwith red tape into separate packages.
3.  Caulfield Gardens was on of those lines of flat-faced pillared,and porticoed houses which are so prominent a product of the middleVictorian epoch in the West End of London. Next door there appeared tobe a children's party, for the merry buzz of young voices and theclatter of a piano resounded through the night. The fog still hungabout and screened us with its friendly shade. Holmes had lit hislantern and flashed it upon the massive door.
4.  "But never wounded?"
5.  "You need not concern yourself about that," said Holmes. "Thereare two very good reasons why she should, under no circumstances, behis wife. In the first place, we are very safe in questioning Mr.Williamson's right to solemnize a marriage."
6.  "Ah, that's a pity, Bannister. Up to now you may have spoken thetruth, but now I know that you have lied."


1.  "It's a pretty little thing," said Holmes, advancing towards theimage. "Tavernier, the French modeller, made it. He is as good atwaxworks as your friend Straubenzee is at air-guns."
2.  "Ah!" She drew in her breath sharply as one whose doubts areresolved.
4.  "It's as well," said the old man; "it's a question whether I shalllive to the Assizes, so it matters little to me, but I should wishto spare Alice the shock. And now I will make the thing clear toyou; it has been a long time in the acting, but will not take melong to tell."
5.   "Yes, sir."
6.  He took a large sheet of paper from his pocket, all coveredwith dates and names.


1.  "And is that all?"
2.  "It is a noiseless lock," said he. "It is no wonder that it didnot wake you. This case, I presume, contains the coronet. We must havea look at it." He opened the case, and taking out the diadem he laidit upon the table. It was a magnificent specimen of the jeweller'sart, and the thirty-six stones were the finest that I have everseen. At one side of the coronet was a cracked edge, where a cornerholding three gems had been torn away.
3.  "No, no; the real name," said Holmes sweetly. "It is alwaysawkward doing business with an alias."
4、  "Well?" she cried, "Well?" And then, seeing that there were two ofus, she gave a cry of hope which sank into a groan as she saw thatmy companion shook his head and shrugged his shoulders."No good news?"
5、  "Might I ask you a few questions to test you? I am obliged to tellyou, Doctor- if you are indeed a doctor- that the incident becomesmore and more suspicious. I would ask you what do you know of theEmperor Shomu and how do you associate him with the Shoso-in nearNara? Dear me, does that puzzle you? Tell me a little about theNorthern Wei dynasty and its place in the history of ceramic!"I sprang from my chair in simulated anger.




  • 塔鲁尔 08-05

      "You come at a crisis Watson," said he. "If this paper remains blue,all is well. If it turns red, it means a man's life." He dipped itinto the test-tube and it flushed at once into a dull, dirtycrimson. "Hum! I thought as much!" he cried. "I will be at yourservice in an instant, Watson. You will find tobacco in the Persianslipper." He turned to his desk and scribbled off several telegrams,which were handed over to the page-boy. Then he threw himself downinto the chair opposite and drew up his knees until his fingersclasped round his long, thin shins.

  • 黄静 08-05

      "Curious people, Watson! I don't pretend to understand it all yet,but very curious people anyway. It's a double-winged house, and theservants live on one side, the family on the other. There's no linkbetween the two save for Henderson's own servant, who serves thefamily's meals. Everything is carried to a certain door, which formsthe one connection. Governess and children hardly go out at all,except into the garden. Henderson never by any chance walks alone. Hisdark secretary is like his shadow. The gossip among the servants isthat their master is terribly afraid of something. 'Sold his soul tothe devil in exchange for money,' says Warner, 'and expects hiscreditor to come up and claim his own.' Where they came from, or whothey are, nobody has an idea. They are very violent. Twice Hendersonhas lashed at folk with his dog-whip, and only his long purse andheavy compensation have kept him out of the courts.

  • 华夷 08-05

       "Dr. Becher's."

  • 蒋琳莉 08-05

      "Well, sir, it wakened me from my sleep, so it is hard to judge. Butit did seem very loud."

  • 雪莉 08-04

    {  A cold and melancholy walk of a couple of miles brought us to a highwooden gate, which opened into a gloomy avenue of chestnuts. Thecurved and shadowed drive led us to a low, dark house, pitch-blackagainst a slate-coloured sky. From the front window upon the left ofthe door there peeped a glimmer of a feeble light.

  • 王才发 08-03

      "I sprang to my feet.}

  • 韩联社 08-03

      "Yes, we had best do so."

  • 蒋拓 08-03

      "'"I have no idea," said I.

  • 胡一文 08-02

       "As to Holmes," he continued, "we can fool him easily enough. Yousee, the damned fool won't arrest us if he can get the stone. Well,we'll promise him the stone. We'll put him on the wrong track aboutit, and before he finds that it is the wrong track it will be inHolland and we out of the country."

  • 瓦贝尔·阿卜达拉 07-31

    {  It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these thelast words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which myfriend Mr. Sherlock Holmes was distinguished. In an incoherent and, asI deeply feel, an entirely inadequate fashion, I have endeavoured togive some account of my strange experiences in his company from thechance which first brought us together at the period of the 'Studyin Scarlet,' up to the time of his interference in the matter of the'Naval Treaty'-an interference which had the unquestionable effectof preventing a serious international complication. It was myintention to have stopped there, and to have said nothing of thatevent which has created a void in my life which the lapse of two yearshas done little to fill. My hand has been forced, however, by therecent letters in which Colonel James Moriarty defends the memory ofhis brother, and I have no choice but to lay the facts before thepublic exactly as they occurred. I alone know the absolute truth ofthe matter, and I am satisfied that the time has come when no goodpurpose is to be served by its suppression. As far as I know, therehave been only three accounts in the public press: that in the Journalde Geneve on May 6th, 1891, the Reuter's dispatch in the Englishpapers on May 7th, and finally the recent letters to which I havealluded. Of these the first and second were extremely condensed, whilethe last is, as I shall now show, an absolute perversion of the facts.It lies with me to tell for the first time what really took placebetween Professor Moriarty and Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

  • 王国荣 07-31

      A week passed. The inquest had thrown no light upon the matter andhad been adourned for further evidence. Stackhurst had made discreetinquiry about his subordinate, and there had been a superficial searchof his room, but without result. Personally, I had gone over the wholeground again, both physically and mentally, but with no newconclusions. In all my chronicles the reader will find no case whichbrought me so completely to the limit of my powers. Even myimagination could conceive no solution to the mystery. And thenthere came the incident of the dog.