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CHAPTER I | ||
Mr. Sherlock Holmes | ||
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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. | ||
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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. | ||
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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. | ||
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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. | ||
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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 Bart's. 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. | ||
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"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." | ||
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I gave him a short sketch of my adventures, and had hardly concluded | ||
it by the time that we reached our destination. | ||
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"Poor devil!" he said, commiseratingly, after he had listened to my | ||
misfortunes. "What are you up to now?" | ||
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"Looking for lodgings," I answered. "Trying to solve the problem as | ||
to whether it is possible to get comfortable rooms at a reasonable | ||
price." | ||
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"That's a strange thing," remarked my companion; "you are the second | ||
man to-day that has used that expression to me." | ||
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"And who was the first?" I asked. | ||
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"A fellow who is working at the chemical laboratory up at the | ||
hospital. He was bemoaning himself this morning because he could not | ||
get someone to go halves with him in some nice rooms which he had | ||
found, and which were too much for his purse." | ||
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"By Jove!" I cried, "if he really wants someone to share the rooms | ||
and the expense, I am the very man for him. I should prefer having a | ||
partner to being alone." | ||
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Young Stamford looked rather strangely at me over his wine-glass. | ||
"You don't know Sherlock Holmes yet," he said; "perhaps you would not | ||
care for him as a constant companion." | ||
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"Why, what is there against him?" | ||
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"Oh, I didn't say there was anything against him. He is a little | ||
queer in his ideas--an enthusiast in some branches of science. As far | ||
as I know he is a decent fellow enough." | ||
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"A medical student, I suppose?" said I. | ||
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"No--I have no idea what he intends to go in for. I believe he is | ||
well up in anatomy, and he is a first-class chemist; but, as far as I | ||
know, he has never taken out any systematic medical classes. His | ||
studies are very desultory and eccentric, but he has amassed a lot of | ||
out-of-the way knowledge which would astonish his professors." | ||
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"Did you never ask him what he was going in for?" I asked. | ||
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"No; he is not a man that it is easy to draw out, though he can be | ||
communicative enough when the fancy seizes him." | ||
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"I should like to meet him," I said. "If I am to lodge with anyone, I | ||
should prefer a man of studious and quiet habits. I am not strong | ||
enough yet to stand much noise or excitement. I had enough of both in | ||
Afghanistan to last me for the remainder of my natural existence. How | ||
could I meet this friend of yours?" | ||
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"He is sure to be at the laboratory," returned my companion. "He | ||
either avoids the place for weeks, or else he works there from | ||
morning to night. If you like, we shall drive round together after | ||
luncheon." | ||
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"Certainly," I answered, and the conversation drifted away into other | ||
channels. | ||
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As we made our way to the hospital after leaving the Holborn, | ||
Stamford gave me a few more particulars about the gentleman whom I | ||
proposed to take as a fellow-lodger. | ||
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"You mustn't blame me if you don't get on with him," he said; "I know | ||
nothing more of him than I have learned from meeting him occasionally | ||
in the laboratory. You proposed this arrangement, so you must not | ||
hold me responsible." | ||
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In the morning Holmes discovered that we had come without our | ||
spoon-bait for jack, which absolved us from fishing for the day. | ||
About eleven o'clock we started for a walk, and he obtained leave to | ||
take the black spaniel with us. | ||
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"This is the place," said he as we came to two high park gates with | ||
heraldic griffins towering above them. "About midday, Mr. Barnes | ||
informs me, the old lady takes a drive, and the carriage must slow | ||
down while the gates are opened. When it comes through, and before it | ||
gathers speed, I want you, Watson, to stop the coachman with some | ||
question. Never mind me. I shall stand behind this holly-bush and see | ||
what I can see." | ||
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It was not a long vigil. Within a quarter of an hour we saw the big | ||
open yellow barouche coming down the long avenue, with two splendid, | ||
high-stepping gray carriage horses in the shafts. Holmes crouched | ||
behind his bush with the dog. I stood unconcernedly swinging a cane | ||
in the roadway. A keeper ran out and the gates swung open. | ||
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The carriage had slowed to a walk, and I was able to get a good look | ||
at the occupants. A highly coloured young woman with flaxen hair and | ||
impudent eyes sat on the left. At her right was an elderly person | ||
with rounded back and a huddle of shawls about her face and shoulders | ||
which proclaimed the invalid. When the horses reached the highroad I | ||
held up my hand with an authoritative gesture, and as the coachman | ||
pulled up I inquired if Sir Robert was at Shoscombe Old Place. | ||
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At the same moment Holmes stepped out and released the spaniel. With | ||
a joyous cry it dashed forward to the carriage and sprang upon the | ||
step. Then in a moment its eager greeting changed to furious rage, | ||
and it snapped at the black skirt above it. | ||
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"Drive on! Drive on!" shrieked a harsh voice. The coachman lashed the | ||
horses, and we were left standing in the roadway. | ||
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"Well, Watson, that's done it," said Holmes as he fastened the lead | ||
to the neck of the excited spaniel. "He thought it was his mistress, | ||
and he found it was a stranger. Dogs don't make mistakes." | ||
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"But it was the voice of a man!" I cried. | ||
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"Exactly! We have added one card to our hand, Watson, but it needs | ||
careful playing, all the same." | ||
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My companion seemed to have no further plans for the day, and we did | ||
actually use our fishing tackle in the mill-stream, with the result | ||
that we had a dish of trout for our supper. It was only after that | ||
meal that Holmes showed signs of renewed activity. Once more we found | ||
ourselves upon the same road as in the morning, which led us to the | ||
park gates. A tall, dark figure was awaiting us there, who proved to | ||
be our London acquaintance, Mr. John Mason, the trainer. | ||
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"Good-evening, gentlemen," said he. "I got your note, Mr. Holmes. Sir | ||
Robert has not returned yet, but I hear that he is expected | ||
to-night." | ||
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"How far is this crypt from the house?" asked Holmes. | ||
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"A good quarter of a mile." | ||
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"Then I think we can disregard him altogether." |