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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "In my imagination, perhaps. Well, leave it there, Watson. Let usescape from this weary workaday world by the side door of music.Carina sings to-night at the Albert Hall, and we still have time todress, dine, and enjoy."
2.  "Look at this map. This dark square is the Priory School. I'll put apin in it. Now, this line is the main road. You see that it runseast and west past the school, and you see also that there is noside road for a mile either way. If these two folk passed away byroad, it was this road." (See illustration.)
3.  "Good heavens!" cried Holmes. "I had totally forgotten him. Mydear Watson, I owe you a thousand apologies. To think that I shouldhave overlooked you! I need not introduce you to Mr. CulvertonSmith, since I understand that you met somewhat earlier in theevening. Have you the cab below? I will follow you when I amdressed, for I may be of some use at the station.
4.  "'He would not give any.'
5.  "I was slow at the outset- culpably slow. Had the body been found inthe water I could hardly have missed it. It was the towel which misledme. The poor fellow had never thought to dry himself, and so I in turnwas led to believe that he had never been in the water. Why, then,should the attack of any water creature suggest itself to me? That waswhere I went astray. Well, well, Inspector, I often ventured tochaff you gentlemen of the police force, but Cyanea capillata verynearly avenged Scotland Yard."
6.  "Yes, sir. There is really no one else when you come to think of it.That's the advantage of this solitude. We narrow it down to a verysmall compass. If he did not do it, then who did?"


1.  "Small, stout-built, very quick in his ways, no hair on hisface, though he's not short of thirty. Has a white splash of acidupon his forehead."
2.  "But why should this man pretend to be his own brother?""Well, that is pretty clear also. There are evidently only two ofthem in it. The other is impersonating you at the office. This oneacted as your engager, and then found that he could not find you anemployer without admitting a third person into his plot. That he wasmost unwilling to do. He changed his appearance as far as he could,and trusted that the likeness, which you could not fail to observe,would be put down to a family resemblance. But for the happy chance ofthe gold stuffing, your suspicions would probably never have beenaroused."
3.  "Voyage of the Gloria Scott," he read. "That was a bad business. Ihave some recollection that you made a record of it, Watson, thoughI was unable to congratulate you upon the result. Victor Lynch, theforger. Venomous lizard or gila. Remarkable case, that! Vittoria,the circus belle. Vanderbilt and the Yeggman. Vipers. Vigor, theHammersmith wonder. Hullo! Hullo! Good old index. You can't beat it.Listen to this, Watson. Vampirism in Hungary. And again, Vampires inTransylvania." He turned over the pages with eagerness, but after ashort intent perusal he threw down the great book with a snarl ofdisappointment.
4.  "That was in all the dailies. No answer."
5.  "They are still sounding the planking and probing the furniture inthe hope of finding them."
6.  "'It was to see Sarah that he came to my house first, but soon itwas to see us, for he was a man with winning ways, and he made friendswherever he went. He was a dashing, swaggering chap, smart and curled,who had seen half the world and could talk of what he had seen. He wasgood company, I won't deny it, and he had wonderful polite ways withhim for a sailor man, so that I think there must have been a time whenhe knew more of the poop than the forecastle. For a month he was inand out of my house, and never once did it cross my mind that harmmight come of his soft tricky ways. And then at last something made mesuspect and from that day my peace was gone forever.


1.  "But what in heaven's name is the matter?"
2.  "In accordance with the scheme which we had formed in order totest our theories" ["the 'we' is rather fine, Watson, is it not?"]"I went down to the Albert Dock yesterday at 6 P.M., and boarded theS.S. May Day, belonging to the Liverpool, Dublin, and London SteamPacket Company. On inquiry, I found that there was a steward onboard of the name of James Browner and that he had acted during thevoyage in such an extraordinary manner that the captain had beencompelled to relieve him of his duties. On descending to his berth,I found him seated upon a chest with his head sunk upon his hands,rocking himself to and fro. He is a big, powerful chap,clean-shaven, and very swarthy- something like Aldridge, who helped usin the bogus laundry affair. He jumped up when he heard my business,and I had my whistle to my lips to call a couple of river police,who were round the corner, but he seemed to have no heart in him,and he held out his hands quietly enough for the darbies. We broughthim along to the cells, and his box as well for we thought there mightbe something incriminating; but, bar a big sharp knife such as mostsailors have, we got nothing for our trouble. However, we find that weshall want no more evidence, for on being brought before the inspectorat the station he asked leave to make a statement which was, ofcourse, taken down, just as he made it, by our shorthand man. We hadthree copies typewritten, one of which I enclose. The affair proves,as I always thought it would, to be an extremely simple one, but Iam obliged to you for assisting me in my investigation. With kindregards,
3.  Both Miss Stoner and I gazed at him in astonishment.
4.  But it was destined that I should, after all, have a last word ofgreeting from my friend and comrade. I have said that his Alpine-stockhad been left leaning against a rock which jutted on to the path. Fromthe top of this boulder the gleam of something bright caught my eye,and raising my hand I found that it came from the silvercigarette-case which he used to carry. As I took it up a smallsquare of paper upon which it had lain fluttered down on to theground. Unfolding it, I found that it consisted of three pages tornfrom his notebook and addressed to me. It was characteristic of theman that the direction was as precise, and the writing as firm andclear, as though it had been written in his study.
5.   "Tall? Handsome?"
6.  "Oh, I have my hand upon him. He and the two mates, are, as Ilearn, the only native-born Americans in the ship. The others areFinns and Germans. I know, also, that they were all three awayfrom the ship last night. I had it from the stevedore who hasbeen loading their cargo. By the time that their sailing-shipreaches Savannah the mail-boat will have carried this letter, andthe cable will have informed the police of Savannah that thesethree gentlemen are badly wanted here upon a charge of murder."There is ever a flaw, however, in the best laid of humanplans, and the murderers of John Openshaw were never to receivethe orange pips which would show them that another, as cunning andas resolute as themselves, was upon their track. Very long andvery severe were the equinoctial gales that year. We waited longfor news of the Lone Star of Savannah, but none ever reached us.We did at last hear that somewhere far out in the Atlantic ashattered stern-post of the boat was seen swinging in the troughof a wave, with the letters "L. S." carved upon it, and that isall which we shall ever know of the fate of the Lone Star..1893


1.  "'What is his name?'asked my host.
2.  "I had a little talk with old Cunningham afterwards as to themotive of the crime. He was tractable enough, though his son was aperfect demon, ready to blow out his own or anybody else's brains ifhe could have got to his revolver. When Cunningham saw that the caseagainst him was so strong he lost all heart and made a clean breast ofeverything. It seems that William had secretly followed his twomasters on the night when they made their raid upon Mr. Acton's and,having thus got them into his power, proceeded, under threats ofexposure, to levy blackmail upon them. Mr. Alec, however, was adangerous man to play games of that sort with. It was a stroke ofpositive genius on his part to see in the burglary scare which wasconvulsing the countryside an opportunity of plausibly getting ridof the man whom he feared. William was decoyed up and shot, and hadthey only got the whole of the note and paid a little more attentionto detail in their accessories, it is very possible that suspicionmight never have been aroused.
3.  "Well, I never thought to see her again, but last voyage I waspromoted, and the new boat was not yet launched, so I had to waitfor a couple of months with my people at Sydenham. One day out in acountry lane I met Theresa Wright, her old maid. She told me all abouther, about him, about everything. I tell you, gentlemen, it nearlydrove me mad. This drunken hound, that he should dare to raise hishand to her, whose boots he was not worthy to lick! I met Theresaagain. Then I met Mary herself- and met her again. Then she would meetme no more. But the other day I had a notice that I was to start on myvoyage within a week, and I determined that I would see her oncebefore I left. Theresa was always my friend, for she loved Mary andhated this villain almost as much as I did. From her I learned theways of the house. Mary used to sit up reading in her own littleroom downstairs. I crept round there last night and scratched at thewindow. At first she would not open to me, but in her heart I knowthat now she loves me, and she could not leave me in the frosty night.She whispered to me to come round to the big front window, and I foundit open before me, so as to let me into the dining-room. Again I heardfrom her own lips things that made my blood boil, and again I cursedthis brute who mishandled the woman I loved. Well, gentlemen, I wasstanding with her just inside the window, in all innocence, as Godis my judge, when he rushed like a madman into the room, called herthe vilest name that a man could use to a woman, and welted her acrossthe face with the stick he had in his hand. I had sprung for thepoker, and it was a fair fight between us. See here, on my arm,where his first blow fell. Then it was my turn, and I went through himas if he had been a rotten pumpkin. Do you think I was sorry? Not IfIt was his life or mine, but far more than that, it was his life orhers, for how could I leave her in the power of this madman? Thatwas how I killed him. Was I wrong? Well, then, what would either ofyou gentlemen have done, if you had been in my position?""She had screamed when he struck her, and that brought old Theresadown from the room above. There was a bottle of wine on the sideboard,and I opened it and poured a little between Mary's lips, for she washalf dead with shock. Then I took a drop myself. Theresa was as coolas ice, and it was her plot as much as mine. We must make it appearthat burglars had done the thing. Theresa kept on repeating ourstory to her mistress, while I swarmed up and cut the rope of thebell. Then I lashed her in her chair, and frayed out the end of therope to make it look natural, else they would wonder how in theworld a burglar could have got up there to cut it. Then I gatheredup a few plates and pots of silver, to carry out the idea of therobbery, and there I left them, with orders to give the alarm when Ihad a quarter of an hour's start. I dropped the silver into thepond, and made off for Sydenham, feeling that for once in my life Ihad done a real good night's work. And that's the truth and thewhole truth, Mr. Holmes, if it costs me my neck."
4、  "And the dog! If one were to use such a poison, would one not try itfirst in order to see that it had not lost its power? I did notforesee the dog, but at least I understand him and he fitted into myreconstruction.
5、  "The case is but half finished; the details can wait. No doubt, LordCantlemere, your pleasure in telling of this successful result inthe exalted role to which you return will be some small atonementfor my practical joke. Billy, you will show his Lordship out, and tellMrs. Hudson that I should be glad if she would send up dinner fortwo as soon as possible."




  • 刘禄耿 08-07

      "Why, Mr. Holmes, the crime was only committed at three thismorning. How could you hear of it in London and get to the spot assoon as I?"

  • 叶嘉莹 08-07


  • 王伟牛 08-07

       "No, she is not conscious. Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I only hope thatif ever again I have an important case, I shall have the goodfortune to have you by my side."

  • 约恩·克伦 08-07

      "If you were to search all England," said he, "I don't suppose youcould find a household more self-contained or freer from outsideinfluences. Whole weeks would pass, and not one of them go past thegarden gate. The professor was buried in his work and existed fornothing else. Young Smith knew nobody in the neighbourhood, andlived very much as his employer did. The two women had nothing to takethem from the house. Mortimer, the gardener, who wheels the Bathchair, is an army pensioner- an old Crimean man of excellentcharacter. He does not live in the house, but in a three-roomedcottage at the other end of the garden. Those are the only people thatyou would find within the grounds of Yoxley Old Place. At the sametime, the gate of the garden is a hundred yards from the main Londonto Chatham road. It opens with a latch, and there is nothing toprevent anyone from walking in.

  • 李增瑞 08-06

    {  "When I came to myself it was nightfall, and I raised myself up,feeling very weak and ill. To my surprise there was a house closebeside me, a fairly large house with a broad stoop and many windows.It was deadly cold. You remember the kind of numb cold which used tocome at evening, a deadly, sickening sort of cold, very different froma crisp healthy frost. Well I was chilled to the bone, and my onlyhope seemed to lie in reaching that house. I staggered to my feetand dragged myself along, hardly conscious of what I did. I have a dimmemory of slowly ascending the steps, entering a wide-opened door,passing into a large room which contained several beds, and throwingmyself down with a gasp of satisfaction upon one of them. It wasunmade, but that troubled me not at all. I drew the clothes over myshivering body and in a moment I was in a deep sleep.

  • 王溦 08-05

      Lestrade laughed loudly.}

  • 胡少殊 08-05

      "Pangs shot through the chest, causing me to fall as if struck bya bullet. The pulsation would cease, and then the heart would give sixor seven leaps as if it would force its way through the chest."It nearly killed him, although he had only been exposed to it inthe disturbed ocean and not in the narrow calm waters of abathing-pool. He says that he could hardly recognize himselfafterwards, so white, wrinkled and shrivelled was his face. Hegriped down brandy, a whole bottleful, and it seems to have savedhis life. There is the book, Inspector. I leave it with you, and youcannot doubt that it contains a full explanation of the tragedy ofpoor McPherson."

  • 白少康 08-05

      "I have been making a fool of myself," he gasped.

  • 卡瓦哈尔 08-04

       "'There are five sovereigns here,' said he, walking up to me, 'whichwill, I hope, be a sufficient fee. But remember,' he added, tapping melightly on the chest and giggling, 'if you speak to a human soul aboutthis-one human soul, mind-well, may God have mercy upon your soul!'"I cannot tell you the loathing and horror with which thisinsignificant-looking man inspired me. I could see him better now asthe lamp-light shone upon him. His features were peaky and sallow, andhis little pointed beard was thready and ill-nourished. He pushedhis face forward as he spoke and his lips and eyelids were continuallytwitching like a man with St. Vitus's dance. I could not help thinkingthat his strange, catchy little laugh was also a symptom of somenervous malady. The terror of his face lay in his eyes, however, steelgray, and glistening coldly with a malignant inexorable cruelty intheir depths.

  • 慕平按 08-02

    {  "No, there is nothing."

  • 曹淼 08-02

      The lodger occupied two rooms at the vicarage, which were in anangle by themselves, the one above the other. Below was a largesitting-room; above, his bedroom. They looked out upon a croquetlawn which came up to the windows. We had arrived before the doctor orthe police, so that everything was absolutely undisturbed. Let medescribe exactly the scene as we saw it upon that misty March morning.It left an impression which can never be effaced from my mind.The atmosphere of the room was of a horrible and depressingstuffiness. The servant who had first entered had thrown up thewindow, or it would have been even more intolerable. This might partlybe due to the fact that a lamp stood flaring and smoking on the centretable. Beside it sat the dead man, leaning back in his chair, his thinbeard projecting, his spectacles pushed up on to his forehead, and hislean dark face turned towards the window and twisted into the samedistortion of terror which had marked the features of his dead sister.His limbs were convulsed and his fingers contorted as though he haddied in a very paroxysm of fear. He was fully clothed, though therewere signs that his dressing had been done in a hurry. We hadalready learned that his bed had been slept in, and that the tragicend had come to him in the early morning.