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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  The stranger held out a huge, sunburned hand, with a few words ofapology.
2.  Sherlock Holmes sat down beside him on the couch and patted himkindly on the shoulder.
3.  "All this occurred during the first month of the long vacation. Iwent up to my London rooms, where I spent seven weeks working out afew experiments in organic chemistry. One day, however, when theautumn was far advanced and the vacation drawing to a close, Ireceived a telegram from my friend imploring me to return toDonnithorpe, and saying that he was in great need of my advice andassistance. Of course I dropped everything and set out for the Northonce more.
4.  "You!"
5.  brandy-bottle, and the remains of a meal.
6.  "Ah, that's a long story- rather a whimsical one, too. I don't thinkin all our explorations of human complexities we have ever come uponanything more singular. The fellow will be here presently forcross-examination, so I won't open the matter up till he comes. But,meanwhile, that's the name we want."


1.  "'You blackguard!' I shouted, beside myself with rage. 'You havedestroyed it! You have dishonoured me forever! Where are the jewelswhich you have stolen?'
2.  "Very mysterious," said he with a quick, suspicious flash of hisdark eyes. "In dealing with objects of such value, one naturallywishes to know all about the transaction. That the piece is genuine iscertain. I have no doubts at all about that. But suppose- I am boundto take every possibility into account- that it should proveafterwards that you had no right to sell?"
3.  "Susan!" cried her mistress, "I believe you are a bad, treacherouswoman. I remember now that I saw you speaking to someone over thehedge."
4.  "God bless you!" cried the prisoner passionately. "I would haveendured imprisonment, ay, even execution, rather than have left mymiserable secret as a family blot to my children.
5.  "No, you remember that she was senseless at the moment when thebottle was opened."
6.  "And now as to the villains who seemed to be immediatelyimplicated in the matter. The lascar was known to be a man of thevilest antecedents, but as, by Mrs. St. Clair's story, he was known tohave been at the foot of the stair within a very few seconds of herhusband's appearance at the window, he could hardly have been morethan an accessory to the crime. His defense was one of absoluteignorance, and he protested that he had no knowledge as to thedoings of Hugh Boone, his lodger, and that he could not account in anyway for the presence of the missing gentleman's clothes."So much for the lascar manager. Now for the sinister cripple wholives upon the second floor of the opium den, and who was certainlythe last human being whose eyes rested upon Neville St. Clair. Hisname is Hugh Boone, and his hideous face is one which is familiar toevery man who goes much to the City. He is a professional beggar,though in order to avoid the police regulations he pretends to a smalltrade in wax vestas. Some little distance down Thread needle Street,upon the left-hand side, there is, as you may have remarked, a smallangle in the wall. Here it is that this creature takes his daily seat,crosslegged, with his tiny stock of matches on his lap, and as he is apiteous spectacle a small rain of charity descends into the greasyleather cap which lies upon the pavement beside him. I have watchedthe fellow more than once before ever I thought of making hisprofessional acquaintance, and I have been surprised at the harvestwhich he has reaped in a short time. His appearance, you see, is soremarkable that no one can pass him without observing him. A shockof orange hair, a pale face disfigured by a horrible scar, which, byits contraction, has turned up the outer edge of his upper lip, abulldog chin, and a pair of very penetrating dark eyes, whichpresent a singular contrast to the colour of his hair, all mark himout from amid the common crowd of mendicants, and so, too, does hiswit, for he is ever ready with a reply to any piece of chaff which maybe thrown at him by the passers-by. This is the man whom we nowlearn to have been the lodger at the opium den, and to have been thelast man to see the gentleman of whom we are in quest.""But a cripple!" said I. "What could he have done single-handedagainst a man in the prime of life?"


1.  Holmes raised his hand for silence. Then he strode across theroom, flung open the door, and dragged in a great gaunt woman whomhe had seized by the shoulder. She entered with ungainly struggle likesome huge awkward chicken, torn, squawking, out of its coop."Leave me alone! What are you a-doin' of?" she screeched."Why, Susan, what is this?"
2.  "No."
3.  "'How do you come to know it?' I asked in surprise.
4.  "What's this?" he cried in a high, screaming voice. "What is themeaning of this intrusion? Didn't I send you word that I would see youto-morrow morning?"
5.   "We don't do things like that, Mr. Evans. There is no bolt-holefor you in this country. You shot this man Prescott, did you not?""Yes, sir, and got five years for it, though it was he who pulled onme. Five years- when I should have had a medal the size of a soupplate. No living man could tell a Prescott from a Bank of England, andif I hadn't put him out he would have flooded London with them. Iwas the only one in the world who knew where he made them. Can youwonder that I wanted to get to the place? And can you wonder that whenI found this crazy boob of a bug-hunter with the queer namesquatting right on the top of it, and never quitting his room, I hadto do the best I could to shift him? Maybe I would have been wiserif I had put him away. It would have been easy enough, but I'm asoft-hearted guy that can't begin shooting unless the other man hasa gun also. But say, Mr. Holmes, what have I done wrong, anyhow?I've not used this plant. I've not hurt this old stiff. Where do youget me?"
6.  It was late that evening before I returned to Baker Street andgave an account of my mission. Holmes lay with his gaunt figurestretched in his deep chair, his pipe curling forth slow wreaths ofacrid tobacco, while his eyelids drooped over his eyes so lazilythat he might almost have been asleep were it not that at any haltor questionable passage of my narrative they half lifted, and two grayeyes, as bright and keen as rapiers, transfixed me with theirsearching glance.


1.  "How did the burglar know no one would hear it? How dared he pull ata bellrope in that reckless fashion?"
2.  "I never should, Mr. Holmes. But my wife does. It is frightening herto death. She says nothing, but I can see terror in her eyes. That'swhy I want to sift the matter to the bottom."
3.  "When my father took over the Horsham property, he, at myrequest, made a careful examination of the attic, which had beenalways locked up. We found the brass box there, although itscontents had been destroyed. On the inside of the cover was apaper label, with the initials of K. K. K. repeated upon it, and`Letters, memoranda, receipts, and a register' written beneath.These, we presume, indicated the nature of the papers which hadbeen destroyed by Colonel Openshaw. For the rest, there wasnothing of much importance in the attic save a great manyscattered papers and note-books bearing upon my uncle's life inAmerica. Some of them were of the war time and showed that he haddone his duty well and had borne the repute of a brave soldier.Others were of a date during the reconstruction of the Southernstates, and were mostly concerned with politics, for he hadevidently taken a strong part in opposing the carpet-bagpoliticians who had been sent down from the North.
4、  "The public don't know how good he is. Sir Robert has been tooclever for the touts. He has the Prince's half-brother out forspins. You can't tell 'em apart. But there are two lengths in afurlong between them when it comes to a gallop. He thinks of nothingbut the horse and the race. His whole life is on it. He's holdingoff the Jews till then. If the Prince falls him he is done.""It seems a rather desperate gamble, but where does the madness comein?"
5、  -THE END-




  • 石红 08-09

      When we returned to Mrs. Warren's rooms, the gloom of a Londonwinter evening had thickened into one gray curtain, a dead monotone ofcolour, broken only by the sharp yellow squares of the windows and theblurred haloes of the gas-lamps. As we peered from the darkenedsitting-room of the lodging-house, one more dim light glimmered highup through the obscurity.

  • 古田二路 08-09

      "By no means. This train stops at Canterbury; and there is always atleast a quarter of an hour's delay at the boat. He will catch usthere."

  • 彼得·詹姆斯 08-09

       "As this is an express, and as the boat runs in connection withit, I should think we have shaken him off very effectively.""My dear Watson, you evidently did not realize my meaning when Isaid that this man may be taken as being quite on the sameintellectual plane as myself. You do not imagine that if I were thepursuer I should allow myself to be baffled by so slight anobstacle. Why, then, should you think so meanly of him?""What will he do?"

  • 龙燕 08-09

      "'Ah, Jack,' she said, 'I have just been in to see if I can be ofany assistance to our new neighbours. Why do you look at me like that,Jack? You are not angry with me?'

  • 江宜航 08-08

    {  "It would appear so."

  • 沈欣赵 08-07

      "Miss Stoper has very kindly given me your address, and I write fromhere to ask you whether you have reconsidered your decision. My wifeis very anxious that you should come, for she has been muchattracted by my description of you. We are willing to give L30 aquarter, or L120 a year, so as to recompense you for any littleinconvenience which our fads may cause you. They are not veryexacting, after all. My wife is fond of a particular shade of electricblue, and would like you to wear such a dress indoors in themorning. You need not, however, go to the expense of purchasing one,as we have one belonging to my dear daughter Alice (now inPhiladelphia), which would, I should think, fit you very well. Then,as to sitting here or there, or amusing yourself in any mannerindicated, that need cause you no inconvenience. As regards your hair,it is no doubt a pity, especially as I could not help remarking itsbeauty during our short interview, but I am afraid that I mustremain firm upon this point, and I only hope that the increased salarymay recompense you for the loss. Your duties, as far as the child isconcerned, are very light. Now do try to come, and I shall meet youwith the dog-cart at Winchester. Let me know your train."Yours faithfully,}

  • 尼克·布朗 08-07


  • 张滨阳 08-07

      Holmes snorted his contempt.

  • 符红丽 08-06

       'I was foolish enough to go into the empty wing,' I answered. 'Butit is so lonely and eerie in this dim light that I was frightenedand ran out again. Oh, it is so dreadfully still in there!'"'Only that?' said he, looking at me keenly.

  • 许锦香 08-04

    {  "'Quite so. Exactly,' said he with a rather guilty air. 'No doubtyou will renew your visit at some more propitious time.' He passed on,but when I turned I observed that he was standing watching me,half-concealed by the laurels at the far end of the garden."I had a good look at that little house as I passed it, but thewindows were heavily curtained, and, so far as one could see, it wasempty. I might spoil my own game and even be ordered off thepremises if I were too audacious, for I was still conscious that I wasbeing watched. Therefore, I strolled back to the house and waitedfor night before I went on with my inquiry. When all was dark andquiet I slipped out of my window and made my way as silently aspossible to the mysterious lodge.

  • 董超纲 08-04

      It is a most singular thing that a problem which was certainly asabstruse and unusual as any which I have faced in my long professionalcareer should have come to me after my retirement, and be brought,as it were, to my very door. It occurred after my withdrawal to mylittle Sussex home, when I had given myself up entirely to thatsoothing life of Nature for which I had so often yearned during thelong years spent amid the gloom of London. At this period of my lifethe good Watson had passed almost beyond my ken. An occasionalweek-end visit was the most that I ever saw of him. Thus I must act asmy own chronicler. Ah! had he but been with me, how much he might havemade of so wonderful a happening and of my eventual triumph againstevery difficulty! As it is, however, I must needs tell my tale in myown plain way, showing by my words each step upon the difficult roadwhich lay before me as I searched for the mystery of the Lion's Mane.My villa is situated upon the southern slope of the downs,commanding a great view of the Channel. At this point the coast-lineis entirely of chalk cliffs, which can only be descended by asingle, long, tortuous path, which is steep and slippery. At thebottom of the path lie a hundred yards of pebbles and shingle, evenwhen the tide is at full. Here and there, however, there are curvesand hollows which make splendid swimming-pools filled afresh with eachflow. This admirable beach extends for some miles in each direction,save only at one point where the little cove and village of Fulworthbreak the line.