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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "And yet the motives of women are so inscrutable. You remember thewoman at Margate whom I suspected for the same reason. No powder onher nose- that proved to be the correct solution. How can you build onsuch a quicksand? Their most trivial action may mean volumes, or theirmost extraordinary conduct may depend upon a hairpin or a curlingtongs. Good-morning, Watson."
2.  Dr. Grimesby Roylott's chamber was larger than that of hisstepdaughter, but was as plainly furnished. A camp-bed, a small woodenshelf full of books, mostly of a technical character, an armchairbeside the bed, a plain wooden chair against the wall, a roundtable, and a large iron safe were the principal things which met theeye. Holmes walked slowly round and examined each and all of them withthe keenest interest.
3.  "You have done well indeed!" cried Holmes with enthusiasm. "Now leadthe way, and we shall soon see the end of this black business."We passed up the stair, unlocked the door, followed on down apassage, and found ourselves in front of the barricade which MissHunter had described. Holmes cut the cord and removed the transversebar. Then he tried the various keys in the lock, but withoutsuccess. No sound came from within, and at the silence Holmes's faceclouded over.
4.  "I have been listening to her for the last five minutes, but did notwish to interrupt your most interesting narrative. Just a littlewheezy, Susan, are you not? You breathe too heavily for that kind ofwork."
5.  .
6.  "Well, you can hear what I say, anyhow. Listen now! Can you rememberany unusual incident in your life just about the time your symptomsbegan?"


1.  "I should wish to."
2.  Holmes shook his head. "He did not turn pale. He was pale when weentered the room," said he. "It is just possible that-"His words were interrupted by a sharp rat-tat from the directionof the inner door.
3.  "The remainder of the sheet!" cried the inspector.
4.  "He must have been a cool hand."
5.  "The woman came out, but I had hid myself in a doorway. Hersuspicions had been aroused, I think, for she looked round her. Thenshe called a cab and got in. I was lucky enough to get another andso to follow her. She got down at last at No. 36, Poultney Square,Brixton. I drove past, left my cab at the corner of the square, andwatched the house."
6.  "I have had some confidential talks with Mr. James Wilder, hisGraces secretary. It was he who gave me the information about LordSaltire's feelings."


1.  "Have you ever seen a photograph of her first husband?""No, there was a great fire at Atlanta very shortly after his death,and all her papers were destroyed."
2.  "Oh, yes, she will," said Holmes. He scribbled a few lines upon asheet of paper. "You at least have the entree, Watson. Will you havethe goodness to give the lady this note?"
3.  "At least it cannot be your health," said he, as his keen eyesdarted over her, "so ardent a bicyclist must be full of energy."She glanced down in surprise at her own feet, and I observed theslight roughening of the side of the sole caused by the friction ofthe edge of the pedal.
4.  "In that case, of course, I'd come forward."
5.   "He said that letters to the Hotel du Louvre, Paris, wouldeventually reach him."
6.  "We have got to the deductions and the inferences," said Lestrade,winking at me. "I find it hard enough to tackle facts, Holmes, withoutflying away after theories and fancies."


1.  "Mr. Holmes, I must beg you not to press that question. It isimportant that I should be able to assure him that his honoured namehas been in no way dragged into the matter. His motives are, to thelast degree, honourable and chivalrous, but he prefers to remainunknown. I need not say that your fees will be assured and that youwill be given a perfectly free hand. Surely the actual name of yourclient is immaterial?"
2.  "Really, sir, you compliment me. Old Baron Dowson said the nightbefore he was hanged that in my case what the law had gained the stagehad lost. And now you give my little impersonations your kindlypraise?"
3.  "Tell me what happened."
4、  "But surely," said I, "the vampire was not necessarily a dead man? Aliving person might have the habit. I have read, for example, of theold sucking the blood of the young in order to retain their youth.""You are right, Watson. It mentions the legend in one of thesereferences. But are we to give serious attention to such things?This agency stands flat-footed upon the ground, and there it mustremain. The world is big enough for us. No ghosts need apply. I fearthat we cannot take Mr. Robert Ferguson very seriously. Possiblythis note may be from him and may throw some light upon what isworrying him."
5、  "I know what is the matter with me. It is a coolie disease fromSumatra- a thing that the Dutch know more about than we, though theyhave made little of it up to date. One thing only is certain. It isinfallibly deadly, and it is horribly contagious."




  • 刘先生 08-10

      "Well, Watson," he asked, turning suddenly upon me, "What do youmake of it?"

  • 邹柳洲 08-10

      "The string was of the quality which is used by sailmakers aboardship, and at once a whiff of the sea was perceptible in ourinvestigation. When I observed that the knot was one which ispopular with sailors, that the parcel had been posted at a port, andthat the male ear was pierced for an earring which is so much morecommon among sailors than landsmen, I was quite certain that an theactors in the tragedy were to be found among our seafaring classes."When I came to examine the address of the packet I observed that itwas to Miss S. Cushing. Now, the oldest sister would, of course, beMiss Cushing, and although her initial was 'S' it might belong toone of the others as well. In that case we should have to commence ourinvestigation from a fresh basis altogether. I therefore went into thehouse with the intention of clearing up this point. I was about toassure Miss Cushing that I was convinced that a mistake had beenmade when you may remember that I came suddenly to a stop. The factwas that I had just seen something which filled me with surprise andat the same time narrowed the field of our inquiry immensely."As a medical man, you are aware, Watson, that there is no part ofthe body which varies so much as the human ear. Each ear is as arule quite distinctive and differs from all other ones. In lastyears Anthropological Journal you will find two short monographsfrom my pen upon the subject. I had, therefore, examined the ears inthe box with the eyes of an expert and had carefully noted theiranatomical peculiarities. Imagine my surprise, then, when on lookingat Miss Cushing I perceived that her ear corresponded exactly with thefemale ear which I had just inspected. The matter was entirelybeyond coincidence. There was the same shortening of the pinna, thesame broad curve of the upper lobe, the same convolution of theinner cartilage. In all essentials it was the same ear."Of course I at once saw the enormous importance of the observation.It was evident that the victim was a blood relation, and probably avery close one. I began to talk to her about her family, and youremember that she at once gave us some exceedingly valuable details."In the first place, her sisters name was Sarah, and her address haduntil recently been the same, so that it was quite obvious how themistake had occurred and for whom the packet was meant. Then weheard of this steward, married to the third sister, and learned thathe had at one time been so intimate with Miss Sarah that she hadactually gone up to Liverpool to be near the Browners, but a quarrelhad afterwards divided them. This quarrel had put a stop to allcommunications for some months, so that if Browner had occasion toaddress a packet to Miss Sarah, he would undoubtedly have done so toher old address.

  • 李某奇 08-10

       "The fish that you have tattooed immediately above your rightwrist could only have been done in China. I have made a smallstudy of tattoo marks and have even contributed to the literatureof the subject. That trick of staining the fishes' scales of adelicate pink is quite peculiar to China. When, in addition, Isee a Chinese coin hanging from your watch-chain, the matterbecomes even more simple."

  • 霍尔 08-10

      "It was no joke, as you will find to your cost. You fool, youwould have it and you have got it. Who asked you to cross my path?If you had left me alone I would not have hurt you."

  • 石荣芹 08-09

    {  "Yes," he said in answer to my remark, "you have seen me miss mymark before, Watson. I have all instinct for such things, and yet ithas sometimes played me false. It seemed a certainty when first itflashed across my mind in the cell at Winchester, but one drawbackof an active mind is that one can always conceive alternativeexplanations which would make our scent a false one. And yet- and yet-Well, Watson, we can but try"

  • 爱德华·怀特 08-08

      "'Yes, and as old as the house. Down here, through this door.'"We went down a winding stone stair, and my companion, striking amatch, lit a large lantern which stood on a barrel in the corner. Inan instant it was obvious that we had at last come upon the trueplace, and that we had not been the only people to visit the spotrecently.}

  • 胡梦玮 08-08

      Three yellow squares of light shone above us in the gathering gloom."Your three birds are all in their nests," said Holmes, lookingup. "Halloa! What's that? One of them seems restless enough."It was the Indian, whose dark silhouette appeared suddenly uponhis blind. He was pacing swiftly up and down his room.

  • 李欣聪 08-08

      "Surely it would not be difficult to find out. This is not such apopulous neighbourhood."

  • 英利 08-07

       "Mr. Holmes?" he asked, glancing from one to the other. "Ah, yes!Your pictures are not unlike you, sir, if I may say so. I believeyou have had a letter from my namesake, Mr. Nathan Garrideb, haveyou not?"

  • 周嘉莉 08-05

    {  "'Oh, I am so frightened!' I panted.

  • 刘剑 08-05

      In the third week of November, in the year 1895, a dense yellow fogsettled down upon London. From the Monday to the Thursday I doubtwhether it was ever possible from our windows in Baker Street to seethe loom of the opposite houses. The first day Holmes had spent incross-indexing his huge book of references. The second and third hadbeen patiently occupied upon a subject which he had recently madehis hobby- the music of the Middle Ages. But when, for the fourthtime, after pushing back our chairs from breakfast we saw thegreasy, heavy brown swirl still drifting past us and condensing inoily drops upon the window-panes, my comrade's impatient and activenature could endure this drab existence no longer. He paced restlesslyabout our sitting-room in a fever of suppressed energy, biting hisnails, tapping the furniture, and chafing against inaction."Nothing of interest in the paper, Watson?" he said.