The Complete Sherlock Holmes
The complete collection of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes tales, both long and short, compiled together for the first time by Simon & Schuster.This fantastic collection is accompanied by an exciting new introduction from Robert Ryan, a writer whose own book, Dead Man's Land, has been... show more
The complete collection of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes tales, both long and short, compiled together for the first time by Simon & Schuster.This fantastic collection is accompanied by an exciting new introduction from Robert Ryan, a writer whose own book, Dead Man's Land, has been fully endorsed by the Conan Doyle Estate. A big Holmes fan himself, he will undoubtedly provide a fascinating new look at the detective and his bizarre ability to read both people and objects, in order to discover who dunnit.
Publish date: December 13th 2012
Publisher: Simon & Schuster UK
Pages no: 865
Edition language: English
Series: Sherlock Holmes
“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...