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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these thelast words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which myfriend Mr. Sherlock Holmes was distinguished. In an incoherent and, asI deeply feel, an entirely inadequate fashion, I have endeavoured togive some account of my strange experiences in his company from thechance which first brought us together at the period of the 'Studyin Scarlet,' up to the time of his interference in the matter of the'Naval Treaty'-an interference which had the unquestionable effectof preventing a serious international complication. It was myintention to have stopped there, and to have said nothing of thatevent which has created a void in my life which the lapse of two yearshas done little to fill. My hand has been forced, however, by therecent letters in which Colonel James Moriarty defends the memory ofhis brother, and I have no choice but to lay the facts before thepublic exactly as they occurred. I alone know the absolute truth ofthe matter, and I am satisfied that the time has come when no goodpurpose is to be served by its suppression. As far as I know, therehave been only three accounts in the public press: that in the Journalde Geneve on May 6th, 1891, the Reuter's dispatch in the Englishpapers on May 7th, and finally the recent letters to which I havealluded. Of these the first and second were extremely condensed, whilethe last is, as I shall now show, an absolute perversion of the facts.It lies with me to tell for the first time what really took placebetween Professor Moriarty and Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
2.  "Did you call to him?"
3.  "In your friendship, certainly. But facts are facts, Watson, and,after all, you are only a general practitioner with very limitedexperience and mediocre qualifications. It is painful to have to saythese things, but you leave me no choice."
4.  He had gleaned along the same furrows as I had. There wasMurdoch's character and the mystery which seemed to hang round theman. His furious bursts of temper, as shown in the incident of thedog. The fact that he had quarrelled with McPherson in the past, andthat there was some reason to think that he might have resented hisattentions to Miss Bellamy. He had all my points, but no fresh ones,save that Murdoch seemed to be making every preparation for departure."What would my position be if I let him slip away with all thisevidence against him?" The burly, phlegmatic man was sorely troubledin his mind.
5.  "Yes, about it."
6.  "Yes."


1.  "Not at all. Drink this." I dashed some brandy into the water, andthe colour began to come back to his bloodless cheeks.
2.  We found, however, as we advanced that this portion of the moor isintersected with soft patches, and, though we frequently lost sight ofthe track, we always succeeded in picking it up once more."Do you observe," said Holmes, "that the rider is now undoubtedlyforcing the pace? There can be no doubt of it. Look at thisimpression, where you get both tires clear. The one is as deep asthe other. That can only mean that the rider is throwing his weight onto the handle-bar, as a man does when he is sprinting. By Jove! he hashad a fall."
3.  "And who set him on to it?"
4.  "I must see the Duke, Mr. Wilder."
5.  "Absolutely!" said I. "And now that you have explained it, I confessthat I am as amazed as before."
6.  "It is possible that he will go to some other pawnbroker in thefuture. In that case, we must begin again. On the other hand, he hashad a fair price and no questions asked, so if he is in need ofready-money he will probably come back to Bovington's. I will give youa note to them, and they will let you wait in the shop. If thefellow comes you will follow him home. But no indiscretion, and, aboveall, no violence. I put you on your honour that you will take nostep without my knowledge and consent."


1.  A couple of days later my friend tossed across to me a copy of thebi-weekly North Surrey Observer. Under a series of flamingheadlines, which began with "The Haven Horror" and ended with"Brilliant Police Investigation," there was a packed column of printwhich gave the first consecutive account of the affair. The concludingparagraph is typical of the whole. It ran thus:
2.  "I suppose, Watson," said he, "that you imagine that I have addedopium smoking to cocaine injections, and all the other littleweaknesses on which you have favoured me with your medical views.""I was certainly surprised to find you there."
3.  "Well, I have no connection with any other people who havebeen making inquiries," said Holmes carelessly. "If you won'ttell us the bet is off, that is all. But I'm always ready to backmy opinion on a matter of fowls, and I have a fiver on it that thebird I ate is country bred."
4.  Sam Merton's slow intellect had only gradually appreciated thesituation. Now, as the sound of heavy steps came from the stairsoutside, he broke silence at last.
5.   "The key!" ejaculated Phelps.
6.  "One moment," said I. "You must be aware, Mr. Dodd, that ColonelEmsworth is within his rights and that we have no legal statuswithin his house. On the other hand, he should recognize that youraction is prompted entirely by solicitude for his son. I venture tohope that if I were allowed to have five minutes' conversation withColonel Emsworth I could certainly alter his view of the matter.""I am not so easily altered," said the old soldier. "Ralph, dowhat I have told you. What the devil are you waiting for? Ring upthe police!"


1.  Dr. Sterndale drew from his pocket a paper packet and laid it uponthe table. On the outside was written "Radix pedis diaboli" with a redpoison label beneath it. He pushed it towards me. "I understand thatyou are a doctor, sir. Have you ever heard of this preparation?""Devil's-foot root! No, I have never heard of it."
2.  "No, you remember that she was senseless at the moment when thebottle was opened."
3.  My companion started. "Well?" he asked in that vibrant voice whichtold of the fiery soul behind the cold gray face.
4、  "It's awful, Mr. Holmes- simply awfull I wonder my hair isn'tgray. Godfrey Staunton- you've heard of him, of course? He's simplythe hinge that the whole team turns on. I'd rather spare two fromthe pack, and have Godfrey for my three-quarter line. Whether it'spassing, or tackling, or dribbling, there's no one to touch him, andthen, he's got the head, and can hold us all together. What am I todo? That's what I ask you, Mr. Holmes. There's Moorhouse, firstreserve, but he is trained as a half, and he always edges right inon to the scrum instead of keeping out on the touchline. He's a fineplace-kick, it's true, but then he has no judgment, and he can'tsprint for nuts. Why, Morton or Johnson, the Oxford fliers, could rompround him. Stevenson is fast enough, but he couldn't drop from thetwenty-five line, and a three-quarter who can't either punt or dropisn't worth a place for pace alone. No, Mr. Holmes, we are done unlessyou can help me to find Godfrey Staunton."
5、  "'No, no, we should have him loitering here always. Kindly turnround and wave him away like that.'




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      At this moment we saw the man himself. His head showed above theedge of the cliff where the path ends. Then his whole figureappeared at the top, staggering like a drunken man. The next instanthe threw up his hands and, with a terrible cry, fell upon his face.Stackhurst and I rushed forward- it may have been fifty yards- andturned him on his back. He was obviously dying. Those glazed sunkeneyes and dreadful livid cheeks could mean nothing else. One glimmer oflife came into his face: for an instant, and he uttered two or threewords with an eager air of warning. They were slurred andindistinct, but to my ear the list of them, which burst in a shriekfrom his lips, were "the Lion's Mane." It was utterly irrelevant andunintelligible, and yet I could twist the sound into no other sense.Then he half raised himself from the ground, threw his arms into theair, and fell forward on his side. He was dead.

  • 王丽莎 08-02

      Holmes was lost in thought. I could see that he was puzzled."Have you any articles of great value in your collection?""No, sir. I am not a rich man. It is a good collection, but not avery valuable one."

  • 桂苑 08-02

       I was horrified by my first glimpse of Holmes next morning, for hesat by the fire holding his tiny hypodermic syringe. I associated thatinstrument with the single weakness of his nature, and I feared theworst when I saw it glittering in his hand. He laughed at myexpression of dismay and laid it upon the table.

  • 梁开平 08-02

      "Ah! there lies our problem. There is one rather obvious line ofinvestigation." He took down the great book in which, day by day, hefiled the agony columns of the various London journals. "Dear me!"said he, turning over the pages, "what a chorus of groans, cries,and bleatings! What a rag-bag of singular happenings! But surely themost valuable hunting-ground that ever was given to a student of theunusual! This person is alone and cannot be approached by letterwithout a breach of that absolute secrecy which is desired. How is anynews or any message to reach him from without? Obviously byadvertisement through a news paper. There seems no other way, andfortunately we need concern ourselves with the one paper only. Hereare the Daily Gazette extracts of the last fortnight. 'Lady with ablack boa at Prince's Skating Club'- that we may pass. 'Surely Jimmywill not break his mother's heart'- that appears to be irrelevant. 'Ifthe lady who fainted in the Brixton bus'- she does not interest me.'Every day my heart longs-' Bleat, Watson- unmitigated bleat! Ah, thisis a little more possible. Listen to this: 'Be patient. Will find somesure means of communication. Meanwhile, this column. G.' That is twodays after Mrs. Warren's lodger arrived. It sounds plausible, doesit not? The mysterious one could understand English, even if hecould not print it. Let us see if we can pick up the trace again. Yes,here we are- three days later. 'Am making successful arrangements.Patience and prudence. The clouds will pass. G.' Nothing for a weekafter that. Then comes something much more definite: 'The path isclearing. If I find chance signal message remember code agreed- one A,two B, and so on. You will hear soon. G.' That was in yesterday'spaper, and there is nothing in to-day's. It's all very appropriateto Mrs. Warren's lodger. If we wait a little, Watson, I don't doubtthat the affair will grow more intelligible."

  • 阿依 08-01

    {  "`Here is my will,' said he. `I want you, Mr. McFarlane, to castit into proper legal shape. I will sit here while you do so.'"I set myself to copy it, and you can imagine my astonishment when Ifound that, with some reservations, he had left all his property tome. He was a strange little ferret-like man, with white eyelashes, andwhen I looked up at him I found his keen gray eyes fixed upon mewith an amused expression. I could hardly believe my own as I read theterms of the will; but he explained that he was a bachelor with hardlyany living relation, that he had known my parents in his youth, andthat he had always heard of me as a very deserving young man, andwas assured that his money would be in worthy hands. Of course, Icould only stammer out my thanks. The will was duly finished,signed, and witnessed by my clerk. This is it on the blue paper, andthese slips, as I have explained, are the rough draft. Mr. JonasOldacre then informed me that there were a number of documents-building leases, title-deeds, mortgages, scrip, and so forth- which itwas necessary that I should see and understand. He said that hismind would not be easy until the whole thing was settled, and hebegged me to come out to his house at Norwood that night, bringing thewill with me, and to arrange matters. `Remember, my boy, not oneword to your parents about the affair until everything is settled.We will keep it as a little surprise for them.' He was veryinsistent upon this point, and made me promise it faithfully."You can imagine, Mr. Holmes, that I was not in a humour to refusehim anything that he might ask. He was my benefactor, and all mydesire was to carry out his wishes in every particular. I sent atelegram home, therefore, to say that I had important business onhand, and that it was impossible for me to say how late I might be.Mr. Oldacre had told me that he would like me to have supper withhim at nine, as he might not be home before that hour. I had somedifficulty in finding his house, however, and it was nearlyhalf-past before I reached it. I found him-"

  • 简爱华 07-31

      "Two days later this same performance was gone through under exactlysimilar circumstances. Again I changed my dress, again I sat in thewindow, and again I laughed very heartily at the funny stories ofwhich my employer had an immense repertoire, and which he toldinimitably. Then he handed me a yellow-backed novel, and moving mychair a little sideways, that my own shadow might not fall upon thepage, he begged me to read aloud to him. I read for about ten minutes,beginning in the heart of a chapter, and then suddenly, in themiddle of a sentence, he ordered me to cease and to change my dress."You can easily imagine, Mr. Holmes, how curious I became as to whatthe meaning of this extraordinary performance could possibly be.They were always very careful, I observed, to turn my face away fromthe window, so that I became consumed with the desire to see whatwas going on behind my back. At first it seemed to be impossible,but I soon devised a means. My hand-mirror had been broken, so a happythought seized me, and I concealed a piece of the glass in myhandkerchief. On the next occasion, in the midst of my laughter, I putmy handkerchief up to my eyes, and was able with a little managementto see all that there was behind me. I confess that I wasdisappointed. There was nothing. At least that was my firstimpression. At the second glance, however, I perceived that therewas a man standing in the Southampton Road, a small bearded man in agray suit, who seemed to be looking in my direction. The road is animportant highway, and there are usually people there. This man,however, was leaning against the railings which bordered our field andwas looking earnestly up. I lowered my handkerchief and glanced atMrs. Rucastle to find her eyes fixed upon me with a most searchinggaze. She said nothing, but I am convinced that she had divined that Ihad a mirror in my hand and had seen what was behind me. She rose atonce.}

  • 陈美光 07-31

      "You've done it now, Watson," said he coolly. "A pretty messyou've made of the carpet."

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      "You see?"

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       The mark which he was examining began upon the brasswork on therighthand side of the keyhole, and extended for about four inches,where it had scratched the varnish from the surface.

  • 李宏勇 07-28

    {  "So far we are justified," said he. "What do you think of it,Watson?"

  • 刘汶 07-28

      "'You probably heard of my poor father's death,' said he; 'he wascarried off about two years ago. Since then I have of course had theHurlstone estate to manage, and as I am member for my district aswell, my life has been a busy one. But I understand, Holmes, thatyou are turning to practical ends those powers with which you usedto amaze us?'