The Adventures and Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes - books 1 and 2 (illustrated)
Arthur Conan Doyle
The first two collections of stories about the famous detective Sherlock Holmes and his friend Dr Watson in their adventures of solving crimes in Victorian England.
The book includes 23 stories with 200 illustrations by Sidney Paget.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes:
1) A Scandal in Bohemia.
2) The Red-Headed League.
3) A Case of Identity.
4) The Boscombe Valley Mystery.
5) The Five Orange Pips.
6) The Man with the Twisted Lip.
7) The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle.
8) The Adventure of the Speckled Band.
9) The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb.
10) The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor.
11) The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet.
12) The Adventure of the Copper Beeches.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes:
1) Silver Blaze;
2) The Adventure of the Yellow Face;
3) The Adventure of the Stock-broker’s Clerk;
4) The Adventure of the ‘Gloria Scott’;
5) The Adventure of the Musgrave Ritual;
6) The Adventure of the Reigate Squire;
7) The Adventure of the Crooked Man;
8) The Adventure of the Resident Patient;
9) The Adventure of the Greek Interpreter;
10) The Adventure of the Naval Treaty;
11) The Final Problem.
she cried. ‘Trust me only this once. You will never have cause to regret it. You know that I would not have a secret from you if it were not for your own sake. Our whole lives are at stake in this. If you come home with me all will be well. If you force your way into that cottage all is over between us.’ “There was such earnestness, such despair, in her manner that her words arrested me, and I stood irresolute before the door. “‘I will trust you on one condition, and on one condition only,’
arranged in a grotesque pattern over his face. He had ceased to moan as we laid him down, and a glance showed me that for him at least our aid had come too late. Mr. Melas, however, still lived, and in less than an hour, with the aid of ammonia and brandy, I had the satisfaction of seeing him open his eyes, and of knowing that my hand had drawn him back from that dark valley in which all paths meet. It was a simple story which he had to tell, and one which did but confirm our own deductions. His
extraordinary accident? No allowance is made for accidents where diplomatic interests are at stake. I was ruined, shamefully, hopelessly ruined. I don’t know what I did. I fancy I must have made a scene. I have a dim recollection of a group of officials who crowded round me, endeavouring to soothe me. One of them drove down with me to Waterloo, and saw me into the Woking train. I believe that he would have come all the way had it not been that Dr. Ferrier, who lives near me, was going down by
curb, followed by a sharp pull at the bell. Holmes whistled. “A pair, by the sound,” said he. “Yes,” he continued, glancing out of the window. “A nice little brougham and a pair of beauties. A hundred and fifty guineas apiece. There’s money in this case, Watson, if there is nothing else.” “I think that I had better go, Holmes.” “Not a bit, Doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell. And this promises to be interesting. It would be a pity to miss it.” “But your client––” “Never
this Miss Turner.” “Ah, thereby hangs a rather painful tale. This fellow is madly, insanely, in love with her, but some two years ago, when he was only a lad, and before he really knew her, for she had been away five years at a boarding-school, what does the idiot do but get into the clutches of a barmaid in Bristol and marry her at a registry office? No one knows a word of the matter, but you can imagine how maddening it must be to him to be upbraided for not doing what he would give his very