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It was his face that held my gaze. He was deadly pale — never have I seen a man so white.

There was a crack in the shutter so that I coul see inside the room.

"I exten the same warning to you... take your reputed talents to some other field."

Steele

Steele

Dr. Watson could not restrain a cry of amazement. There was a facsimile of his old friend, dressing gown and all.

His thick stick half raised, he was crouching for his final spring and blow when a cool, sardonic voice greeted him from the open bedroom door: 'Don't break it, Count! Don't break it!'

'I'm going into that bedroom,' said Holmes. 'Pray make yourselves quite at home in my absence. In five minutes I shall return for your final answer.'

"Don't break it!" a voice commanded, and the would-be assassin turned from the clever effigy to confront Sherlock Holmes himself!

"Thnak you," cried an unexpected voice, and Holmes faced his startled guests, the jewel in one hand and a revolver in the other

"The one thing I don't know about it, you're going to tell me now," Holmes announced calmly

"I want that yellow diamond!"

Holmes flung open the door and dragged in a great gaunt woman whom he had seized by the shoulder.

We came on the negro prize-fighter quite suddenly, and a grim and menacing figure he looked in that lonely place

"Stop! Where are you going?" "To Scotland Yard."

The Adventure of the Three Gables

Holmes raised his pipe, languidly smiling

"When I woke, one man was at the bedside and another was rising with a bundle in his hand."

Holmes flung open the door and dragged in a gaunt woman, whom he had seized by the shoulder

"Shall I give this back?" she asked

"Hullo! Hullo! Good old index. You can't beat it. Listen to this, Watson."

"For God's sake, give me some advice, for I am at my wits'end."

The woman turned her flushed and handsome face towards me.

At this moment I chanced to glance at Holmes, and saw a most singular intentness in his expression.

Holmes, with that quick curiosity which sprang from his eager mind, examined the collection of South American utensils. When he turned away his eyes were full of thoughts

Mrs. Ferguson kneeling by the cot gave no answer to her husband's reproaches save to gaze at him with a wild despairing look in her eyes.

At the child's cry of pain...

As she ran into the room she saw her employer, the lady, leaning over the baby and apparently biting his neck. There was a small wound in the neck, from which a stream of blood had escaped.

A spaniel had lain in a basket in the corner. It came slowly forward towards its master, walking with difficulty. Its hind legs moved irregularly and its tail was on the ground

Well, we shall be round about six

'Here you are!' he cried, waving a paper over his head

His face turned upon us with a glare of baffled rage

There was a crash as Holmes' pistol came down on the man's head

"It only needs one more Garrideb - and surely we can find one

The man in the open trap door whisked out a revolver an fired

"A printing press - a counterfeiter's outfit," said Holmes.

His face turned upon us with a glare of baffled rage, which gradually softened into a rather shamefaced grin as he realized that two pistols were pointed at his head

I sprang to my feet, for the expression upon the millionaire's face was fiendish in its intensity, and he had raised his great knotted fist. Holmes smiled languidly and reached his hand out for his pipe

Our guide pointed to the ground. 'That was where Mrs. Gibson's body lay.'

'It took some violence to do that,' said Holmes, gazing at the chip on the ledge. With his cane he struck.

She poured her whole wild fury out in burning and horrible worlds - I put my hands to my ears and rushed away.

Suddenly Holmes sprang from his chair. 'Come, Watson, come!' he said. 'With the help of the God of justice I will give you a case which will make England ring.'

Holmes was kneeling beside the stonework, and a joyous cry showed that he had found what he expected.

"Please don't be noisy," said Sherlock Holmes gently. "I find after breakfast even the smallest argument is unsettling."

His wife, in her dinner dress, was found at Thor bridge dead.

"Your revolver," Sherlock told the aghast Watson, "is involved in this murder."

"She assailed me like a madwoman, and I fled in terror. That's all I know," Miss Dunbar insisted.

A nick in the parapet, fifteen feet from the body, interested Holmes strangely.

On the floor of Miss Dunbar's wardrobe they found the damning evidence.

If I have been harsh to her, even brutal as some have said...

Those staring eyes and gnashing teeth flashed past us like a dreadful vision

Therefore, it was placed in her wardrobe. Who placed it there?

I put my hands to my ears and rushed away. When I left her she was standing still shrieking out her curses at me, in the mouth of the bridge.

The Professor spat out some atrocious word at me and hurried on down the staircase.

"As I lay with my eyes fixed upon the square of light I was amazed to see my father's face looking in at me."

The Professor's face was convulsed and he grinned and gibbered at us in his senseless rage.

Dog and man were rolling on the ground together, the one roaring in rage, the other screaming in a strange shrill falsetto of terror.

I turned over the paper. 'This never came by post. How did you get it?' 'I would rather not answer that question.'

My door was flung open and Ian Murdoch staggered into the room 'Brandy! Brandy!' he gasped, and fell groaning upon the sofa

His back was covered with dark red lines, as though he had been terribly flogged.

He pushed himself up on one arm and swung his coat from off his shoulders.

"The whole world will know the facts presently, so there can be no harm if I discuss them here."

For a long time I stood in deep meditation while the shadows grew darker around me.

As I slipped the bars it bounded out, and was on me in an instant.

There was something in the woman's voice which arrested Holmes' attention.

"That is Leonardo," she said.

"One night my cries brought Leonardo to the door of our van."

"Close to the door of the cage lay Mrs. Ronder, with the creature squatting and snarling above her."

He looked over his shoulder with a face as if he had seen the devil coming out of hell.

At the same moment Holmes stepped out and released the spaniel.

Holmes had lit his lantern.

'I also have a question to ask you, Sir Robert,' he said in his sternest tone.

"It was a head and a few bones of a mummy that must have been a thousand years old."

"Close to the door of the cage lay Mrs. Ronder, with the creature squatting and snarling above her."

"Who the devil are you and what are you doing upon my property?" he asked, raising his heavy stick.

Holmes crouched behind the bush with the dog as the carriage approached.

"Close to the door of the cage lay Mrs. Ronder, with the creature squatting and snarling above her."

"Close to the door of the cage lay Mrs. Ronder, with the creature squatting and snarling above her."

He tore up one of his wife's photographs in a tempest of passion.

"If this is a joke, sir, it is a very questionable one," said the vicar angrily.

The man sprang to his feet with a hoarse scream.

"I felt a hand inside my collar, and a voice said: 'Now, you rascal, what are you doing in there?'"

Holmes sprang at him like a tiger, and twisted his face toward the floor.

"He tore up one of his wife's photographs in my presence. 'I never wish to see her damned face again!' he shrieked."

Holmes' eyelids drooped so lazily that he might almost have been asleep.

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"I was slipping through the pantry window in the early dawn when I felt a han inside my collar."