In this second Sherlock Holmes novel, Dr. Watson falls adorably in love and we discover that Holmes has to keep his busy brain stimulated with cocaine when he doesn’t have a mystery to work on. As Watson regards this habit with the same level of disapproval that in 2019 we might regard a tobacco or ...
This is my first real dive into the world of Sherlock Holmes, aside from a couple of short stories, so I'm not sure how A Study in Scarlet ranks in comparison. But I have a few thoughts, from my SH newbie status: The origin story of Dr. Watson meeting and understanding SH's work was fascinating an...
After one year and almost four months, our buddy read, or rather "buddy listen", of the complete Sherlock Holmes canon narrated by Stephen Fry came to an end tonight. I'm still in shock, and I'm sure grief will set in at some point, too. I've immensely enjoyed reading the stories every week an...
“To act, Sherlock--to act!” cried Mycroft, springing to his feet. “All my instincts are against this explanation. Use your powers! Go to the scene of the crime! See the people concerned! Leave no stone unturned! In all your career you have never had so great a chance of serving your country.” “Well...
It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes was distinguished. In an incoherent and, as I deeply feel, an entirely inadequate fashion, I have endeavored to give some account of my ...
An anomaly which often struck me in the character of my friend Sherlock Holmes was that, although in his methods of thought he was the neatest and most methodical of mankind, and although also he affected a certain quiet primness of dress, he was none the less in his personal habits one of the most ...
“How, then, did you know of it?” “My dear fellow, you know my methods.” “You deduced it, then?” “Certainly.” “And from what?” “From your slippers.” I glanced down at the new patent leathers which I was wearing. “How on earth--” I began, but Holmes answered my question before it was asked. The...
“I am afraid, Watson, that I shall have to go,” said Holmes, as we sat down together to our breakfast one morning. “Go! Where to?” “To Dartmoor; to King’s Pyland.” I was not surprised. Indeed, my only wonder was that he had not already been mixed up in this extraordinary case, which was the one...
Our gas was lit and shone on the white cloth and glimmer of china and metal, for the table had not been cleared yet. Sherlock Holmes had been silent all the morning, dipping continuously into the advertisement columns of a succession of papers until at last, having apparently given up his search, he...
This is another one that I have read several times, yet, tend to forget it as soon as I put the book down. It’s not that good compared to the ones that have gone before in this collection. In fact, I’ll say it is the first “weak” story in the canon. So much so that I had to "rewind" Stephen's nar...
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