20 Results with the "Mystery" genre
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One of Sherlock Holmes’s defects—if, indeed, one may call it a defect—was that he was exceedingly loath to communicate his full plans to any other person until the instant of their fulfilment. Partly it came no doubt from his own masterful nature, which loved to dominate and surprise those who were around him. Partly also from his professional caution, which urged him never to take any chances. The result, however, was very trying for those who were acting as his agents and assistants. I had…-
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Chapter 13: Fixing the Nets
Sir Henry was more pleased than surprised to see Sherlock Holmes, for he had for some days been expecting that recent events would bring him down from London. He did raise his eyebrows, however, when he found that my friend had neither any luggage nor any explanations for its absence. Between us we soon supplied his wants, and then over a belated supper we explained to the baronet as much of our experience as it seemed desirable that he should know. But first I had the unpleasant duty of breaking the news…-
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Chapter 12: Death on the Moor
For a moment or two I sat breathless, hardly able to believe my ears. Then my senses and my voice came back to me, while a crushing weight of responsibility seemed in an instant to be lifted from my soul. That cold, incisive, ironical voice could belong to but one man in all the world. “Holmes!” I cried—“Holmes!” “Come out,” said he, “and please be careful with the revolver.” I stooped under the rude lintel, and there he sat upon a stone outside, his gray eyes dancing with amusement as…-
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Chapter 11: The Man on the Tor
The extract from my private diary which forms the last chapter has brought my narrative up to the eighteenth of October, a time when these strange events began to move swiftly towards their terrible conclusion. The incidents of the next few days are indelibly graven upon my recollection, and I can tell them without reference to the notes made at the time. I start them from the day which succeeded that upon which I had established two facts of great importance, the one that Mrs. Laura Lyons of Coombe…-
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So far I have been able to quote from the reports which I have forwarded during these early days to Sherlock Holmes. Now, however, I have arrived at a point in my narrative where I am compelled to abandon this method and to trust once more to my recollections, aided by the diary which I kept at the time. A few extracts from the latter will carry me on to those scenes which are indelibly fixed in every detail upon my memory. I proceed, then, from the morning which followed our abortive chase of the convict…
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Chapter 1: Mr. Sherlock Holmes
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearthrug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a “Penang lawyer.” Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across. “To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the…-
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02 — The Room That Stayed Dry
The woman at the door wore a grey cardigan and no shoes. She introduced herself as Mrs. Bell, a name Leena knew from a gravestone at the top of the hill.'Tea?' Mrs. Bell asked. 'We have very little time.'The room was perfectly dry. A newspaper lay folded beside an armchair. On the mantelpiece stood seven photographs, each showing the same house at a different tide. In the oldest, a girl sat on the steps holding a camera exactly like Leena's.'Who is she?'Mrs. Bell turned…-
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01 — The Low Water Mark
At the lowest tide of the decade, the house returned. Its roof emerged first, slate tiles shining like the back of a sleeping animal. Then came the windows, the door, and the little iron gate that had once opened onto a garden.Leena had come to photograph it for the local archive. She expected seaweed, broken glass, and a story about erosion. She did not expect fresh curtains. She did not expect smoke from the chimney.The other spectators stayed behind the rope on the beach. Leena walked farther, her…-
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