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- Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
- Kategorie: Krimi
- Sprache: Englisch
In "The Adventure of the Six Napoleons", Sherlock Holmes investigates a bizarre case where someone is smashing busts of Napoleon Bonaparte across London. At first, the vandalism seems senseless, but Holmes soon discovers a deeper motive involving a missing precious jewel and a cunning criminal. With his signature deductive reasoning, Holmes uncovers the truth hidden behind the shattered porcelain.
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The Adventure of the Six Napoleons
Arthur Conan Doyle
SYNOPSIS
In "The Adventure of the Six Napoleons", Sherlock Holmes investigates a bizarre case where someone is smashing busts of Napoleon Bonaparte across London. At first, the vandalism seems senseless, but Holmes soon discovers a deeper motive involving a missing precious jewel and a cunning criminal. With his signature deductive reasoning, Holmes uncovers the truth hidden behind the shattered porcelain.
Keywords
Vandalism, Jewel robbery, Deduction
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The Adventure of the Six Napoleons
It was no very unusual thing for Mr. Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, to look in upon us of an evening, and his visits were welcome to Sherlock Holmes, for they enabled him to keep in touch with all that was going on at the police headquarters. In return for the news which Lestrade would bring, Holmes was always ready to listen with attention to the details of any case upon which the detective was engaged, and was able occasionally, without any active interference, to give some hint or suggestion drawn from his own vast knowledge and experience.
On this particular evening, Lestrade had spoken of the weather and the newspapers. Then he had fallen silent, puffing thoughtfully at his cigar. Holmes looked keenly at him.
“Anything remarkable on hand?” he asked.
“Oh, no, Mr. Holmes—nothing very particular.”
“Then tell me about it.”
Lestrade laughed.
“Well, Mr. Holmes, there is no use denying that there is something on my mind. And yet it is such an absurd business, that I hesitated to bother you about it. On the other hand, although it is trivial, it is undoubtedly queer, and I know that you have a taste for all that is out of the common. But, in my opinion, it comes more in Dr. Watson’s line than ours.”
“Disease?” said I.
“Madness, anyhow. And a queer madness, too. You wouldn’t think there was anyone living at this time of day who had such a hatred of Napoleon the First that he would break any image of him that he could see.”
Holmes sank back in his chair.
“That’s no business of mine,” said he.
“Exactly. That’s what I said. But then, when the man commits burglary in order to break images which are not his own, that brings it away from the doctor and on to the policeman.”
Holmes sat up again.
“Burglary! This is more interesting. Let me hear the details.”
Lestrade took out his official notebook and refreshed his memory from its pages.
“The first case reported was four days ago,” said he. “It was at the shop of Morse Hudson, who has a place for the sale of pictures and statues in the Kennington Road. The assistant had left the front shop for an instant, when he heard a crash, and hurrying in he found a plaster bust of Napoleon, which stood with several other works of art upon the counter, lying shivered into fragments. He rushed out into the road, but, although several passers-by declared that they had noticed a man run out of the shop, he could neither see anyone nor could he find any means of identifying the rascal. It seemed to be one of those senseless acts of hooliganism which occur from time to time, and it was reported to the constable on the beat as such. The plaster cast was not worth more than a few shillings, and the whole affair appeared to be too childish for any particular investigation.
“The second case, however, was more serious, and also more singular. It occurred only last night.
