Arthur Conan Doyle - Sherlock Holmes - Complete Collection

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Table of contents A Study in Scarlet Table of contents A Study in Scarlet Table of contents A Study in Scarlet A Study in Scarlet Arthur Conan Doyle Part 1 Study in Scarlet Chapter 1 Mr. Sherlock Holmes Chapter 2 The Science of Deduction Chapter 3 The Lauriston Garden Mystery Chapter 4 What John Rance Had to Tell Chapter 5 Our Advertisement Brings a Visitor Chapter 6 Tobias Gregson Shows What He Can Do Chapter 7 Light in the Darkness Part 2 The Country of the Saints Chapter 1 On the Great Alkali Plain Chapter 2 The Flower of Utah Chapter 3 John Ferrier Talks with the Prophet Chapter 4 A Flight for Life Chapter 5 The Avenging Angels Chapter 6 A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D. Chapter 7 The Conclusion

Table of contents The Sign of the Four Table of contents The Sign of the Four Table of contents The Sign of the Four The Sign of the Four Arthur Conan Doyle Chapter 1 The Science of Deduction Chapter 2 The Statement of the Case Chapter 3 In Quest of a Solution Chapter 4 The Story of the Bald-Headed Man Chapter 5 The Tragedy of Pondicherry Lodge Chapter 6 Sherlock Holmes Gives a Demonstration Chapter 7 The Episode of the Barrel Chapter 8 The Baker Street Irregulars Chapter 9 A Break in the Chain Chapter 10 The End of the Islander Chapter 11 The Great Agra Treasure Chapter 12 The Strange Story of Jonathan Small

Table of contents The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Table of contents The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Table of contents The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Arthur Conan Doyle Part 1 A SCANDAL IN BOHEMIA Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Part 2 THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE Part 3 A CASE OF IDENTITY Part 4 THE BOSCOMBE VALLEY MYSTERY Part 5 THE FIVE ORANGE PIPS Part 6 THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP Part 7 THE ADVENTURE OF THE BLUE CARBUNCLE Part 8 THE ADVENTURE OF THE SPECKLED BAND Part 9 THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENGINEER'S THUMB Part 10 THE ADVENTURE OF THE NOBLE BACHELOR Part 11 THE ADVENTURE OF THE BERYL CORONET Part 12 THE ADVENTURE OF THE COPPER BEECHES

Table of contents The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

Table of contents The Hound of the Baskervilles

Table of contents The Return of Sherlock Holmes

Table of contents The Valley of Fear

Table of contents His Last Bow

Table of contents The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes

Table of contents A Study in Scarlet Table of contents A Study in Scarlet Table of contents A Study in Scarlet A Study in Scarlet Arthur Conan Doyle Part 1 Study in Scarlet Chapter 1 Mr. Sherlock Holmes Chapter 2 The Science of Deduction Chapter 3 The Lauriston Garden Mystery Chapter 4 What John Rance Had to Tell Chapter 5 Our Advertisement Brings a Visitor Chapter 6 Tobias Gregson Shows What He Can Do Chapter 7 Light in the Darkness Part 2 The Country of the Saints Chapter 1 On the Great Alkali Plain Chapter 2 The Flower of Utah Chapter 3 John Ferrier Talks with the Prophet Chapter 4 A Flight for Life Chapter 5 The Avenging Angels Chapter 6 A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D. Chapter 7 The Conclusion

A Study in Scarlet

Arthur Conan Doyle

Part 1 Study in Scarlet

Chapter 1 Mr. Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 2 The Science of Deduction

Chapter 3 The Lauriston Garden Mystery

Chapter 4 What John Rance Had to Tell

Chapter 5 Our Advertisement Brings a Visitor

Chapter 6 Tobias Gregson Shows What He Can Do

Chapter 7 Light in the Darkness

Part 2 The Country of the Saints

Chapter 1 On the Great Alkali Plain

Chapter 2 The Flower of Utah

Chapter 3 John Ferrier Talks with the Prophet

Chapter 4 A Flight for Life

Chapter 5 The Avenging Angels

Chapter 6 A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D.

Chapter 7 The Conclusion

Published:1887 Categorie(s):Fiction, Mystery & Detective

In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon. The regiment was stationed in India at the time, and before I could join it, the second Afghan war had broken out. On landing at Bombay, I learned that my corps had advanced through the passes, and was already deep in the enemy's country. I followed, however, with many other officers who were in the same situation as myself, and succeeded in reaching Candahar in safety, where I found my regiment, and at once entered upon my new duties.

The campaign brought honours and promotion to many, but for me it had nothing but misfortune and disaster. I was removed from my brigade and attached to the Berkshires, with whom I served at the fatal battle of Maiwand. There I was struck on the shoulder by a Jezail bullet, which shattered the bone and grazed the subclavian artery. I should have fallen into the hands of the murderous Ghazis had it not been for the devotion and courage shown by Murray, my orderly, who threw me across a pack-horse, and succeeded in bringing me safely to the British lines.

Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged hardships which I had undergone, I was removed, with a great train of wounded sufferers, to the base hospital at Peshawar. Here I rallied, and had already improved so far as to be able to walk about the wards, and even to bask a little upon the verandah, when I was struck down by enteric fever, that curse of our Indian possessions. For months my life was despaired of, and when at last I came to myself and became convalescent, I was so weak and emaciated that a medical board determined that not a day should be lost in sending me back to England. I was dispatched, accordingly, in the troopship "Orontes," and landed a month later on Portsmouth jetty, with my health irretrievably ruined, but with permission from a paternal government to spend the next nine months in attempting to improve it.

I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore as free as air — or as free as an income of eleven shillings and sixpence a day will permit a man to be. Under such circumstances, I naturally gravitated to London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained. There I stayed for some time at a private hotel in the Strand, leading a comfortless, meaningless existence, and spending such money as I had, considerably more freely than I ought. So alarming did the state of my finances become, that I soon realized that I must either leave the metropolis and rusticate somewhere in the country, or that I must make a complete alteration in my style of living. Choosing the latter alternative, I began by making up my mind to leave the hotel, and to take up my quarters in some less pretentious and less expensive domicile.

On the very day that I had come to this conclusion, I was standing at the Criterion Bar, when some one tapped me on the shoulder, and turning round I recognized young Stamford, who had been a dresser under me at Barts. The sight of a friendly face in the great wilderness of London is a pleasant thing indeed to a lonely man. In old days Stamford had never been a particular crony of mine, but now I hailed him with enthusiasm, and he, in his turn, appeared to be delighted to see me. In the exuberance of my joy, I asked him to lunch with me at the Holborn, and we started off together in a hansom.

"Whatever have you been doing with yourself, Watson?" he asked in undisguised wonder, as we rattled through the crowded London streets. "You are as thin as a lath and as brown as a nut."