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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "I observed the very instant that I entered the room that you have aportrait group of three ladies upon the mantelpiece, one of whom isundoubtedly yourself, while the others are so exceedingly like youthat there could be no doubt of the relationship."
2.  "No."
3.  "Ah, my unfortunate nephew! You can understand that our kinshipmakes it the more impossible for me to screen him in any way. I fearthat the incident must have a very prejudicial effect upon hiscareer."
4.  "Well, I shouldn't be surprised, Holmes. I shouldn't be surprised ifit were the same. A bad lookout for you if it is. Poor Victor was adead man on the fourth day- a strong, hearty young fellow. It wascertainly, as you said, very surprising that he should have contractedan out-of-the-way Asiatic disease in the heart of London- a disease,too, of which I had made such a very special study. Singularcoincidence, Holmes. Very smart of you to notice it, but ratheruncharitable to suggest that it was cause and effect."
5.  He hesitated.
6.  We were fortunate enough to catch an early train at Waterloo, and ina little under an hour we found ourselves among the fir-woods andthe heather of Woking. Briarbrae proved to be a large detached housestanding in extensive grounds within a few minutes' walk of thestation. On sending in our cards we were shown into an elegantlyappointed drawing-room, where we were joined in a few minutes by arather stout man who received us with much hospitality. His age mayhave been nearer forty than thirty, but his cheeks were so ruddy andhis eyes so merry that he still conveyed the impression of a plump andmischievous boy.


1.  Lestrade looked at his watch. "I'll give you half an hour," said he."I must explain first," said McFarlane, "that I knew nothing ofMr. Jonas Oldacre. His name was familiar to me, for many years agomy parents were acquainted with him, but they drifted apart. I wasvery much surprised therefore, when yesterday, about three o'clockin the afternoon, he walked into my office in the city. But I wasstill more astonished when he told me the object of his visit. Hehad in his hand several sheets of a notebook, covered with scribbledwriting- here they are- and he laid them on my table.
2.  There had been a furtive step past the door. Now it returned. Weheard a shuffling sound outside, and then two sharp taps with theknocker. Holmes rose, motioning to us to remain seated. The gas in thehall was a mere point of light. He opened the outer door, and thenas a dark figure slipped past him he closed and fastened it. "Thisway!" we heard him say, and a moment later our man stood before us.Holmes had followed him closely, and as the man turned with a cry ofsurprise and alarm he caught him by the collar and threw him back intothe room. Before our prisoner had recovered his balance the door wasshut and Holmes standing with his back against it. The man glaredround him, staggered, and fell senseless upon the floor. With theshock, his broad-brimmed hat flew from his head, his cravat slippeddown from his lips, and there were the long light beard and thesoft, handsome delicate features of Colonel Valentine Walter.Holmes gave a whistle of surprise.
3.  "It was when he horsewhipped Sam Brewer, the well-known CurzonStreet money-lender, on Newmarket Heath. He nearly killed the man.""Ah, he sounds interesting! Does he often indulge in that way?""Well, he has the name of being a dangerous man. He is about themost daredevil rider in England- second in the Grand National a fewyears back. He is one of those men who have overshot their truegeneration. He should have been a buck in the days of the Regency- aboxer, an athlete, a plunger on the turf, a lover of fair ladies, and,by all account, so far down Queer Street that he may never find hisway back again."
4.  "Well?"
5.  "What! Gorgiano of the Red Circle?"
6.  The Tiger of San Pedro! The whole history of the man came back to mein a flash. He had made his name as the most lewd and bloodthirstytyrant that had ever governed any country with a pretence tocivilization. Strong, fearless, and energetic, he had sufficientvirtue to enable him to impose his odious vices upon a cowering peoplefor ten or twelve years. His name was a terror through all CentralAmerica. At the end of that time there was a universal risingagainst him. But he was as cunning as he was cruel, and at the firstwhisper of coming trouble he had secretly conveyed his treasuresaboard a ship which was manned by devoted adherents. It was an emptypalace which was stormed by the insurgents next day. The dictator, histwo children, his secretary, and his wealth had all escaped them. Fromthat moment he had vanished from the world, and his identity hadbeen a frequent subject for comment in the European press."Yes, sir, Don Murillo, the Tiger of San Pedro," said Baynes. "Ifyou look it up you will find that the San Pedro colours are greenand white, same as in the note, Mr. Holmes. Henderson he calledhimself, but I traced him back, Paris and Rome and Madrid toBarcelona, where his ship came in in '86. They've been looking for himall the time for their revenge, but it is only now that they havebegun to find him out."


1.  "What is the game? You are here as a spy. You are an emissary ofHolmes. This is a trick that you are playing upon me. The fellow isdying I hear, so he sends his tools to keep watch upon me. You've madeyour way in here without leave, and, by God, you may find it harder toget out than to get in."
2.  It was twilight of a lovely spring evening, and even Little RyderStreet, one of the smaller offshoots from the Edgware Road, within astone-cast of old Tyburn Tree of evil memory, looked golden andwonderful in the slanting rays of the setting sun. The particularhouse to which we were directed was a large, old-fashioned, EarlyGeorgian edifice, with a flat brick face broken only by two deep baywindows on the ground floor. It was on this ground floor that ourclient lived, and, indeed, the low windows proved to be the front ofthe huge room in which he spent his waking hours. Holmes pointed as wepassed to the small brass plate which bore the curious name."Up some years, Watson," he remarked, indicating its discolouredsurface. "It's his real name, anyhow, and that is something to note."The house had a common stair, and there were a number of namespainted in the hall, some indicating offices and some privatechambers. It was not a collection of residential flats, but rather theabode of Bohemian bachelors. Our client opened the door for us himselfand apologized by saying that the woman in charge left at fouro'clock. Mr. Nathan Garrideb proved to be a very tall,
3.  "It was, I understand, terribly mutilated."
4.  .
5.   "The grass was growing under it. It had only lain there a fewdays. There was no sign of a place whence it had been taken. Itcorresponds with the injuries. There is no sign of any other weapon.""And the murderer?"
6.  "I arrest you on the charge of the murder of one Victor Savage,"he concluded.


1.  "Yes; she was clear about that."
2.  "How far from the body?"
3.  "What do you see in it, Mr. Holmes?"
4、  "Did the men leave no clue?"
5、  "Or get letters from it?"




  • 莱昂纳多-迪卡普里奥 08-13

      Stackhurst's nerve; were near the surface after all he hadendured. Otherwise, perhaps, he would have waited. Now he lost histemper completely.

  • 邵夫人 08-13

      "Dear me, dear me- the postoffice again!" Holmes sighed, wearily. "Amost urgent telegram was dispatched to you from London by GodfreyStaunton at six fifteen yesterday evening- a telegram which isundoubtedly associated with his disappearance- and yet you have nothad it. It is most culpable. I shall certainly go down to the officehere and register a complaint."

  • 狄寨塬 08-13

       "Sit down, Captain Crocker. You got my telegram?"

  • 托马斯—费米—狄拉克 08-13

      "I will not attempt it."

  • 赵一荻 08-12

    {  "Yes, I saw it by the side-lights when I was stepping into thecarriage. It was a chestnut."

  • 谢满 08-11

      "'Ah, but I sleep more heavily than you.'}

  • 齐布尔科娃 08-11

      "I saw no one."

  • 卡瑟尔顿 08-11

      "Is it a lonely farm?"

  • 雷·阿伦 08-10

       "Sir Eustace retired about half-past ten. The servants had alreadygone to their quarters. Only my maid was up, and she had remained inher room at the top of the house until I needed her services. I satuntil after eleven in this room, absorbed in a book. Then I walkedround to see that all was right before I went upstairs. It was mycustom to do this myself, for, as I have explained, Sir Eustace wasnot always to be trusted. I went into the kitchen, the butler'spantry, the gun-room, the billiard-room, the drawing-room, and finallythe dining-room. As I approached the window, which is covered withthick curtains, I suddenly felt the wind blow upon my face andrealized that it was open. I flung the curtain aside and foundmyself face to face with a broad-shouldered elderly man, who hadjust stepped into the room. The window is a long French one, whichreally forms a door leading to the lawn. I held my bedroom candlelit in my hand, and, by its light, behind the first man I saw twoothers, who were in the act of entering. I stepped back, but thefellow was on me in an instant. He caught me first by the wrist andthen by the throat. I opened my mouth to scream, but he struck me asavage blow with his fist over the eye, and felled me to the ground. Imust have been unconscious for a few minutes, for when I came tomyself, I found that they had torn down the bell-rope, and had securedme tightly to the oaken chair which stands at the head of thedining-table. I was so firmly bound that I could not move, and ahandkerchief round my mouth prevented me from uttering a sound. It wasat this instant that my unfortunate husband entered the room. He hadevidently heard some suspicious sounds, and he came prepared forsuch a scene as he found. He was dressed in nightshirt and trousers,with his favourite blackthorn cudgel in his hand. He rushed at theburglars, but another- it was an elderly man- stooped, picked thepoker out of the grate and struck him a horrible blow as he passed. Hefell with a groan and never moved again. I fainted once more, butagain it could only have been for a very few minutes during which Iwas insensible. When I opened my eyes I found that they hadcollected the silver from the sideboard, and they had drawn a bottleof wine which stood there. Each of them had a glass in his hand. Ihave already told you, have I not, that one was elderly, with a beard,and the others young, hairless lads. They might have been a fatherwith his two sons. They talked together in whispers. Then they cameover and made sure that I was securely bound. Finally they withdrew,closing the window after them. It was quite a quarter of an hourbefore I got my mouth free. When I did so, my screams brought the maidto my assistance. The other servants were soon alarmed, and we sentfor the local police, who instantly communicated with London. Thatis really all that I can tell you, gentlemen, and I trust that it willnot be necessary for me to go over so painful a story again.""Any questions, Mr. Holmes?" asked Hopkins.

  • 陈登宝 08-08

    {  "I need not explain, madame. I have too much respect for yourintelligence to do so- though I confess that intelligence has beensurprisingly at fault of late."

  • 波士顿布里格姆 08-08

      "My father is dead, Mr. Holmes. He was James Smith, who conductedthe orchestra at the old Imperial Theatre. My mother and I were leftwithout a relation in the world except one uncle, Ralph Smith, whowent to Africa twenty-five years ago, and we have never had a wordfrom him since. When father died, we were left very poor, but oneday we were told that there was an advertisement in the Times,inquiring for our whereabouts. You can imagine how excited we were,for we thought that someone had left us a fortune. We went at onceto the lawyer whose name was given in the paper. There we, met twogentlemen, Mr. Carruthers and Mr. Woodley, who were home on a visitfrom South Africa. They said that my uncle was a friend of theirs,that he had died some months before in great poverty inJohannesburg, and that he had asked them with his last breath tohunt up his relations, and see that they were in no want. It seemedstrange to us that Uncle Ralph, who took no notice of us when he wasalive, should be so careful to look after us when he was dead, but Mr.Carruthers explained that the reason was that my uncle had justheard of the death of his brother, and so felt responsible for ourfate."