The Adventure of the Dying Detective E-Book

Arthur Conan Doyle

• Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 27

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

After an investigation at the London docks, Dr. Watson finds the famous detective, Sherlock Holmes, dying from a mysterious and deadly illness. While Holmes claims for the help of Mr. Culverton Smith, a strange figure and so-called expert in tropical diseases, the friendship and trust between the partners is tested, among suspicious of murder and betrayal.

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The Adventure of the Dying Detective

Arthur Conan Doyle

SYNOPSIS

After an investigation at the London docks, Dr. Watson finds the famous detective, Sherlock Holmes, dying from a mysterious and deadly illness. While Holmes claims for the help of Mr. Culverton Smith, a strange figure and so-called expert in tropical diseases, the friendship and trust between the partners is tested, among suspicious of murder and betrayal.

Keywords

Mysterious disease, Murder, Trust

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The Adventure of the Dying Detective

Mrs. Hudson, the landlady of Sherlock Holmes, was a long-suffering woman. Not only was her first-floor flat invaded at all hours by throngs of singular and often undesirable characters, but her remarkable lodger showed an eccentricity and irregularity in his life which must have sorely tried her patience. His incredible untidiness, his addiction to music at strange hours, his occasional revolver practice within doors, his weird and often malodorous scientific experiments, and the atmosphere of violence and danger which hung around him made him the very worst tenant in London. On the other hand, his payments were princely. I have no doubt that the house might have been purchased at the price which Holmes paid for his rooms during the years that I was with him. The landlady stood in the deepest awe of him, and never dared to interfere with him, however outrageous his proceedings might seem. She was fond of him, too, for he had a remarkable gentleness and courtesy in his dealings with women. He disliked and distrusted the sex, but he was always a chivalrous opponent. Knowing how genuine was her regard for him, I listened earnestly to her story when she came to my rooms in the second year of my married life and told me of the sad condition to which my poor friend was reduced.

“He’s dying, Dr. Watson,” said she. “For three days he has been sinking, and I doubt if he will last the day. He would not let me get a doctor. This morning when I saw his bones sticking out of his face and his great bright eyes looking at me I could stand no more of it. ‘With your leave or without it, Mr. Holmes, I am going for a doctor this very hour,’ said I. ‘Let it be Watson, then,’ said he. I wouldn’t waste an hour in coming to him, sir, or you may not see him alive.”

I was horrified, for I had heard nothing of his illness. I need not say that I rushed for my coat and my hat. As we drove back I asked for the details.