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Then he stood before the fire
I carefully examined the writing
A man entered
He tore the mask from his face
A drunken-looking groom
I found myself mumbling responses
A simple-minded clergyman
He gave a cry and dropped
Good-night, Mr. Sherlock Holmes
'This photograph!
- Basil Rathbone & Nigel Bruce 1945-12
- John Gielgud & Ralph Richardson 1955-01
- Carleton Hobbs & Norman Shelley 1966-11
- Kevin McCarthy & Court Benson 1977-07
Mr. Jabez Wilson
What on earth does this mean?
The League has a vacancy
He congratulated me warmly
The door was shut and locked
He curled himself up in his chair
The door was instantly opened
All afternoon he sat in the stalls
Merryweather stopped to light a lantern
It's no use, John Clay
Sherlock Holmes welcomed her
At the Gasfitters' Ball
There was no one there
She laid a little bundle upon the table
I found Sherlock Holmes half asleep
Glancing around him like a rat in a trap
He took two swift steps with the whip
John Gielgud & Ralph Richardson 1955-01
Kevin McCarthy & Court Benson 1977
We had the carriage to ourselves
They found the body
I held him in my arms
Lestrade shrugged his shoulders
I tried to interest myself in the yellow-backed novel
The maid showed us the boots
For a long time he remained there
He had stood behind that tree
"Mr. John Turner," said the waiter
"Farewell, then," said the old man
Kevin McCarthy & Court Benson 1977-05
He looked about him anxiously
We found him face downward in a little green scummed pool
What does this mean?
Shook out five little dried orange pips
His eyes bent upon the glow of the fire
"Holmes," I cried. "You are too late"
Staring into the fire
"Holmes!" I whispered
He flicked the horse with his whip
At the foot of the stairs she met this Lascar scoundrel
Stuffs all the coins into the pockets
"Frankly, now!" she repeated
The pipe was still in between his lips
He took out a very large bath sponge
A very seedy felt hat
The roughs had fled at the appearance of Peterson
See what my wife found in it's crop
He bowed solemnly to both of us
Just read it out to me
You are the very man
"Have mercy" he shrieked
He burst into convulsive sobbing
She raised her veil
He hurled the blacksmith over a parapet
Her face blanched with terror
"Which of you is Holmes?"
We got off, paid our fare
Well, look at this
"Good-bye, and be brave"
Holmes lashed furiously
He made neither sound nor motion
He unwound the handkerchief, and held out his hand
He settled our new acquaintance on the sofa
Colonel Lysander Stark
Not a word to a soul!
"Get away from here before it's too late"
I rushed to the door
He cut at me
A house on fire?
He broke the seal and glanced over the contents
She was ejected by the butler and the footman
Lord Robert St. Simon
The gentleman in the pew handed it to her
"There" said he
A picture of offended dignity
Some woman came talking about Lord Simon
"I wish you all a very good night"
I took the precious case
Oh, any old key will open that bureau
At my cry he dropped it
She went straight to her uncle
Something like fear sprang up in the young lady's eyes
Dressed as a common loafer
Arthur caught him
I clapped a pistol to his head
Taking up a glowing cinder with the tongs
Capital!
Holmes shook his head gravely
I am so delighted that you have come
I read for about ten minutes
I took it up and examined it
"Oh! I am so frightened!" I panted
"You villian!" said he. "Where's your daughter?"
Running up, I blew it's brains out