II. The Adventure of the Norwood Builder
III. The Adventure of the Dancing Men
IV. The Adventure of the Solitary Cyclist
V. The Adventure of the Priory School
VI. The Adventure of Black Peter
VII. The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton
VIII. The Adventure of the Six Napoleons
IX. The Adventure of the Three Students
X. The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez
XI. The Adventure of the Missing Three-Quarter
XII. The Adventure of the Abbey Grange
XIII. The Adventure of the Second Stain
I: The Adventure of Wisteria Lodge II: The Adventure of the Red Circle III: The Adventure of the Bruce-Partington Plans IV: The Adventure of the Dying Detective V: The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax VI: The Adventure of the Devils Foot VII: His Last Bow
THE CASE BOOK OF SHERLOCK HOLMES
I: The Adventure of the Illustrious Client
II: The Adventure of the Blanched Soldier
III: The Adventure of the Mazarin Stone
IV: The Adventure of the Three Gables
V: The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire
VI: The Adventure of the Three Garridebs
VII: The Problem of Thor Bridge
VIII: The Adventure of the Creeping Man
IX: The Adventure of the Lion's Mane
X: The Adventure of the Veiled Lodger
XI: The Adventure of Shoscombe Old Place
XII: The Adventure of the Retired Colourman
A STUDY IN SCARLET
Part I.
CHAPTER ONE
Mr. Sherlock Holmes
In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon. The regiment was stationed in India at the time, and before I could join it, the second Afghan war had broken out. On landing at Bombay, I learned that my corps had advanced through the passes, and was already deep in the enemy’s country. I followed, however, with many other officers who were in the same situation as myself, and succeeded in reaching Candahar in safety, where I found my regiment, and at once entered upon my new duties.
The campaign brought honours and promotion to many, but for me it had nothing but misfortune and disaster. I was removed from my brigade and attached to the Berkshires, with whom I served at the fatal battle of Maiwand. There I was struck on the shoulder by a Jezail bullet, which shattered the bone and grazed the subclavian artery. I should have fallen into the hands of the murderous Ghazis had it not been for the devotion and courage shown by Murray, my orderly, who threw me across a pack-horse, and succeeded in bringing me safely to the British lines.
Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged hardships which I had undergone, I was removed, with a great train of wounded sufferers, to the base hospital at Peshawar. Here I rallied, and had already improved so far as to be able to walk about the wards, and even to bask a little upon the verandah, when I was struck down by enteric fever, that curse of our Indian possessions. For months my life was despaired of, and when at last I came to myself and became convalescent, I was so weak and emaciated that a medical board determined that not a day should be lost in sending me back to England. I was dispatched, accordingly, in the troopship “Orontes,” and landed a month later on Portsmouth jetty, with my health irretrievably ruined, but with permission
