arthur conan doyle the adventure of the speckled band

'My dear fellow, I would not miss it for anything.' I thought, at any rate, that I should call you and give you the chance.' Should it prove to be an interesting case, you would, I am sure, wish to follow it from the outset. Now, when young ladies wander about the metropolis at this hour of the morning, and knock sleepy people up out of their beds, I presume that it is something very pressing which they have to communicate.

It seems that a young lady has arrived in a considerable state of excitement, who insists upon seeing me. Hudson has been knocked up, she retorted upon me, and I on you.' 'Very sorry to knock you up, Watson,' said he, 'but it's the common lot this morning. He was a late riser, as a rule, and as the clock on the mantelpiece showed me that it was only a quarter-past seven, I blinked up at him in some surprise, and perhaps just a little resentment, for I was myself regular in my habits. It was early in April in the year '83 that I woke one morning to find Sherlock Holmes standing, fully dressed, by the side of my bed. Grimesby Roylott which tend to make the matter even more terrible than the truth. It is perhaps as well that the facts should now come to light, for I have reasons to know that there are widespread rumours as to the death of Dr. It is possible that I might have placed them upon record before, but a promise of secrecy was made at the time, from which I have only been freed during the last month by the untimely death of the lady to whom the pledge was given. The events in question occurred in the early days of my association with Holmes, when we were sharing rooms as bachelors in Baker Street.

Of all these varied cases, however, I cannot recall any which presented more singular features than that which was associated with the well-known Surrey family of the Roylotts of Stoke Moran. On glancing over my notes of the seventy odd cases in which I have during the last eight years studied the methods of my friend Sherlock Holmes, I find many tragic, some comic, a large number merely strange, but none commonplace for, working as he did rather for the love of his art than for the acquirement of wealth, he refused to associate himself with any investigation which did not tend towards the unusual, and even the fantastic.

Arthur conan doyle the adventure of the speckled band