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The extraordinary adventures of the world-famous detective Sherlock Holmes, as faithfully recounted by his comrade, Dr. Watson, have captivated readers of all ages for over a century. The stories' blend of heartpounding, fast-paced action and mind-boggling deductive reasoning is as riveting today as it was when first published.

This deluxe illustrated edition contains Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's first twelve stories and includes such famous cases as "The Red-headed League," in ...

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The extraordinary adventures of the world-famous detective Sherlock Holmes, as faithfully recounted by his comrade, Dr. Watson, have captivated readers of all ages for over a century. The stories' blend of heartpounding, fast-paced action and mind-boggling deductive reasoning is as riveting today as it was when first published.

This deluxe illustrated edition contains Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's first twelve stories and includes such famous cases as "The Red-headed League," in which Holmes uncovers a well-concealed, devilishly clever criminal plot; "The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle," in which Holmes must trap a jewel thief—with astonishing results; "The Adventure of the Speckled Band," in which Holmes and Watson find themselves dealing with treachery, violence, and deadly snakes; and nine more equally thrilling and puzzling mysteries.

Magnificently illustrated with twelve powerful watercolors by award-winning artist Barry Moser, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes features the complete text of the original collection of Doyle's short stories and is an ideal introduction to the fascinating world of this mesmerizing detective.

The character of Sherlock Holmes first appeared in 1887 in, A Study in Scarlet.

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Conan Doyle's collection of short stories, first published in 1892 and featuring the world's most famous fictional detective, translates successfully to audio as narrated by Simon Prebble (www.simonprebble.com), who has previously read several other of Conan Doyle's later works for Tantor. Prebble's performance is spot on; he ably and admirably assumes the tales' many voices and dialects. With the recent success of the Sherlock Holmes movie, these 12 stories—which include "A Case of Identity," "The Boscombe Valley Mystery," and "The Man with the Twisted Lip"—will certainly appeal to a new generation of Holmes fans. [Includes a full-text PDF ebook; see also the review of CSA Word's production of this title, read by actor Edward Hardwicke, LJ 9/1/09.—Ed.]—Theresa Connors, Arkansas Tech Univ. Lib., Russellville
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"Prebble's performance is spot on; he ably and admirably assumes the tales' many voices and dialects." —-Library Journal Audio Review
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In this first collection of Holmes's stories, the beloved detective uses his uncanny skills to rescue a king from blackmail, to capture an ingenious bank robber, and to save an innocent son accused of patricide.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781449935443
  • Publisher: CreateSpace
  • Publication date: 12/12/2009
  • Pages: 442
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 1.11 (d)

Meet the Author

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle began his professional career as an eye doctor, and In many ways, Sherlock Holmes resembles Dr. Joseph Bell, one of Doyle's teachers at the medical school of Edinburgh University.

Doyle was seventeen years old when he first met Dr. Bell, and the doctor left an indelible impression upon the young student.

This is how Conan Doyle described Bell: A "thin wiry, dark" man, "with a high-nosed acute face, penetrating gray eyes, and angular shoulders. Dr. Bell would sit in his receiving room and diagnose the people as they came in, before they opened their mouths. He would tell them details of their past life; and hardly ever make a mistake."

Doyle dedicated The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes to Dr. Bell, writing to him "You are yourself Sherlock Holmes and well you know it."

To this day, there are die-hard members of "The Baker Street Irregulars," who firmly believe that Holmes was a real person.

Author Gene Grossman created his own version of Holmes, in the form of a twelve-year-old Chinese girl who is a brilliant computer whiz, solving cases for her legal guardian, an attorney.

Like the Holmes Adventures, all twelve of Gene Grossman's stories are in the "Peter Sharp Legal Mystery Series," also available on Amazon.com.

One of them, "The Magician's Legacy," has been called the finest locked-room mystery of this century. Details of all twelve can be seen at www.legalmystery.com

Biography

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was born in Edinburgh in 1859. After nine years in Jesuit schools, he went to Edinburgh University, receiving a degree in medicine in 1881. He then became an eye specialist in Southsea, with a distressing lack of success. Hoping to augment his income, he wrote his first story, A Study in Scarlet. His detective, Sherlock Holmes, was modeled in part after Dr. Joseph Bell of the Edinburgh Infirmary, a man with spectacular powers of observation, analysis, and inference. Conan Doyle may have been influenced also by his admiration for the neat plots of Gaboriau and for Poe's detective, M. Dupin. After several rejections, the story was sold to a British publisher for £25, and thus was born the world's best-known and most-loved fictional detective. Fifty-nine more Sherlock Holmes adventures followed.

Once, wearying of Holmes, his creator killed him off, but was forced by popular demand to resurrect him. Sir Arthur -- he had been knighted for this defense of the British cause in his The Great Boer War -- became an ardent Spiritualist after the death of his son Kingsley, who had been wounded at the Somme in World War I. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle died in Sussex in 1930.

Author biography courtesy of Penguin Group (USA).

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    1. Also Known As:
      Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
    1. Date of Birth:
      May 22, 1859
    2. Place of Birth:
      Edinburgh, Scotland
    1. Date of Death:
      July 7, 1930
    2. Place of Death:
      Crowborough, Sussex, England

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The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
By Arthur Conan Doyle Bed Book Classics

Copyright © 2005 Arthur Conan Doyle
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A Scandal in Bohemia


To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer—excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us away from each other. My own complete happiness, and the home-centredinterests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature. He was still, as ever, deeply attracted by the study of crime, and occupied his immense faculties and extraordinary powers of observation in following out those clues, and clearing up those mysteries which had been abandoned as hopeless by the official police. From time to time I heard some vague account of his doings: of his summons to Odessa in the case of the Trepoff murder, of his clearing up of the singular tragedy of the Atkinson brothers at Trincomalee, and finally of the mission which he had accomplished so delicately and successfully for the reigning family of Holland. Beyond these signs of his activity, however, which I merely shared with all the readers of the daily press, I knew little of my former friend and companion.
One night—it was on the twentieth of March, 1888—I was returning from a journey to a patient (for I had now returned to civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street. As I passed the well-remembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with my wooing, and with the dark incidents of the Study in Scarlet, I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers. His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly, with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their own story. He was at work again. He had risen out of his drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new problem. I rang the bell and was shown up to the chamber which had formerly been in part my own.
His manner was not effusive. It seldom was; but he was glad, I think, to see me. With hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he waved me to an armchair, threw across his case of cigars, and indicated a spirit case and a gasogene in the corner. Then he stood before the fire and looked me over in his singular introspective fashion.
“Wedlock suits you,” he remarked. “I think, Watson, that you have put on seven and a half pounds since I saw you.”
“Seven!” I answered.
“Indeed, I should have thought a little more. Just a trifle more, I fancy, Watson. And in practice again, I observe. You did not tell me that you intended to go into harness.”
“Then, how do you know?”
“I see it, I deduce it. How do I know that you have been getting yourself very wet lately, and that you have a most clumsy and careless servant girl?”
“My dear Holmes,” said I, “this is too much. You would certainly have been burned, had you lived a few centuries ago. It is true that I had a country walk on Thursday and came home in a dreadful mess, but as I have changed my clothes I can’t imagine how you deduce it. As to Mary Jane, she is incorrigible, and my wife has given her notice; but there, again, I fail to see how you work it out.”
He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together.
“It is simplicity itself,” said he; “my eyes tell me that on the inside of your left shoe, just where the firelight strikes it, the leather is scored by six almost parallel cuts. Obviously they have been caused by someone who has very carelessly scraped round the edges of the sole in order to remove crusted mud from it. Hence, you see, my double deduction that you had been out in vile weather, and that you had a particularly malignant bootslitting specimen of the London slavey. As to your practice, if a gentleman walks into my rooms smelling of iodoform, with a black mark of nitrate of silver upon his right forefinger, and a bulge on the right side of his top-hat to show where he has secreted his stethoscope, I must be dull, indeed, if I do not pronounce him to be an active member of the medical profession.”
I could not help laughing at the ease with which he explained his process of deduction. “When I hear you give your reasons,” I remarked, “the thing always appears to me to be so ridiculously simple that I could easily do it myself, though at each successive instance of your reasoning I am baffled until you explain your process. And yet I believe that my eyes are as good as yours.”
“Quite so,” he answered, lighting a cigarette, and throwing himself down into an armchair. “You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear. For example, you have frequently seen the steps which lead up from the hall to this room.”
“Frequently.”
“How often?”
“Well, some hundreds of times.”
“Then how many are there?”
“How many? I don’t know.”
“Quite so! You have not observed. And yet you have seen. That is just my point. Now, I know that there are seventeen steps, because I have both seen and observed. By the way, since you are interested in these little problems, and since you are good enough to chronicle one or two of my trifling experiences, you may be interested in this.” He threw over a sheet of thick, pink-tinted note-paper which had been lying open upon the table. “It came by the last post,” said he. “Read it aloud.”
The note was undated, and without either signature or address.
* * *
“There will call upon you to-night, at a quarter to eight o’clock [it said], a gentleman who desires to consult you upon a matter of the very deepest moment. Your recent services to one of the royal houses of Europe have shown that you are one who may safely be trusted with matters which are of an importance which can hardly be exaggerated. This account of you we have from all quarters received. Be in your chamber then at that hour, and do not take it amiss if your visitor wear a mask.
* * *
“This is indeed a mystery,” I remarked. “What do you imagine that it means?”
“I have no data yet. It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. But the note itself. What do you deduce from it?”
I carefully examined the writing, and the paper upon which it was written.
“The man who wrote it was presumably well to do,” I remarked, endeavouring to imitate my companion’s processes. “Such paper could not be bought under half a crown a packet. It is peculiarly strong and stiff.”
“Peculiar—that is the very word,” said Holmes. “It is not an English paper at all. Hold it up to the light.”
I did so, and saw a large “E” with a small “g,” a “P,” and a large “G” with a small “t” woven into the texture of the paper.
“What do you make of that?” asked Holmes.
“The name of the maker, no doubt; or his monogram, rather.”
“Not at all. The ‘G’ with the small ‘t’ stands for ‘Gesellschaft,’ which is the German for ‘Company.’ It is a customary contraction like our ‘Co.’ ‘P,’ of course, stands for ‘Papier.’ Now for the ‘Eg.’ Let us glance at our Continental Gazetteer.” He took down a heavy brown volume from his shelves. “Eglow, Eglonitz—here we are, Egria. It is in a German-speaking country—in Bohemia, not far from Carlsbad. ‘Remarkable as being the scene of the death of Wallenstein, and for its numerous glass-factories and paper-mills.’ Ha, ha, my boy, what do you make of that?” His eyes sparkled, and he sent up a great blue triumphant cloud from his cigarette.
“The paper was made in Bohemia,” I said.
“Precisely. And the man who wrote the note is a German. Do you note the peculiar construction of the sentence—‘This account of you we have from all quarters received.’ A Frenchman or Russian could not have written that. It is the German who is so uncourteous to his verbs. It only remains, therefore, to discover what is wanted by this German who writes upon Bohemian paper and prefers wearing a mask to showing his face. And here he comes, if I am not mistaken, to resolve all our doubts.”
As he spoke there was the sharp sound of horses’ hoofs and grating wheels against the curb, followed by a sharp pull at the bell. Holmes whistled.
“A pair, by the sound,” said he. “Yes,” he continued, glancing out of the window. “A nice little brougham and a pair of beauties. A hundred and fifty guineas apiece. There’s money in this case, Watson, if there is nothing else.”
“I think that I had better go, Holmes.”
“Not a bit, Doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell. And this promises to be interesting. It would be a pity to miss it.”
“But your client—”
“Never mind him. I may want your help, and so may he. Here he comes. Sit down in that armchair, Doctor, and give us your best attention.”
A slow and heavy step, which had been heard upon the stairs and in the passage, paused immediately outside the door. Then there was a loud and authoritative tap.
“Come in!” said Holmes.
A man entered who could hardly have been less than six feet six inches in height, with the chest and limbs of a Hercules. His dress was rich with a richness which would, in England, be looked upon as akin to bad taste. Heavy bands of astrakhan were slashed across the sleeves and fronts of his double-breasted coat, while the deep blue cloak which was thrown over his shoulders was lined with flame-coloured silk and secured at the neck with a brooch which consisted of a single flaming beryl. Boots which extended halfway up his calves, and which were trimmed at the tops with rich brown fur, completed the impression of barbaric opulence which was suggested by his whole appearance. He carried a broad-brimmed hat in his hand, while he wore across the upper part of his face, extending down past the cheekbones, a black vizard mask, which he had apparently adjusted that very moment, for his hand was still raised to it as he entered. From the lower part of the face he appeared to be a man of strong character, with a thick, hanging lip, and a long, straight chin suggestive of resolution pushed to the length of obstinacy.
“You had my note?” he asked with a deep harsh voice and a strongly marked German accent. “I told you that I would call.” He looked from one to the other of us, as if uncertain which to address.
“Pray take a seat,” said Holmes. “This is my friend and colleague, Dr. Watson, who is occasionally good enough to help me in my cases. Whom have I the honour to address?”
“You may address me as the Count Von Kramm, a Bohemian nobleman. I understand that this gentleman, your friend, is a man of honour and discretion, whom I may trust with a matter of the most extreme importance. If not, I should much prefer to communicate with you alone.”
I rose to go, but Holmes caught me by the wrist and pushed me back into my chair. “It is both, or none,” said he. “You may say before this gentleman anything which you may say to me.”
The Count shrugged his broad shoulders. “Then I must begin,” said he, “by binding you both to absolute secrecy for two years; at the end of that time the matter will be of no importance. At present it is not too much to say that it is not too much to say that it is of such weight it may have an influence upon European history.”
“I promise,” said Holmes.
“And I.”
“You will excuse this mask,” continued our strange visitor. “The august person who employs me wishes his agent to be unknown to you, and I may confess at once that the title by which I have just called myself is not exactly my own.”
“I was aware of it,” said Holmes drily.
“The circumstances are of great delicacy, and every precaution has to be taken to quench what might grow to be an immense scandal and seriously compromise one of the reigning families of Europe. To speak plainly, the matter implicates the great House of Ormstein, hereditary kings of Bohemia.”
“I was also aware of that,” murmured Holmes, settling himself down in his armchair and closing his eyes.
Our visitor glanced with some apparent surprise at the languid, lounging figure of the man who had been no doubt depicted to him as the most incisive reasoner and most energetic agent in Europe. Holmes slowly reopened his eyes and looked impatiently at his gigantic client.
“If your Majesty would condescend to state your case,” he remarked, “I should be better able to advise you.”
The man sprang from his chair and paced up and down the room in uncontrollable agitation. Then, with a gesture of desperation, he tore the mask from his face and hurled it upon the ground. “You are right,” he cried; “I am the King. Why should I attempt to conceal it?”
“Why, indeed?” murmured Holmes. “Your Majesty had not spoken before I was aware that I was addressing Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein, Grand Duke of Cassel-Felstein, and hereditary King of Bohemia.”
“But you can understand,” said our strange visitor, sitting down once more and passing his hand over his high white forehead, “you can understand that I am not accustomed to doing such business in my own person. Yet the matter was so delicate that I could not confide it to an agent without putting myself in his power. I have come incognito from Prague for the purpose of consulting you.”
“Then, pray consult,” said Holmes, shutting his eyes once more.
“The facts are briefly these: Some five years ago, during a lengthy visit to Warsaw, I made the acquaintance of the well-known adventuress, Irene Adler. The name is no doubt familiar to you.”
“Kindly look her up in my index, Doctor,” murmured Holmes without opening his eyes. For many years he had adopted a system of docketing all paragraphs concerning men and things, so that it was difficult to name a subject or a person on which he could not at once furnish information. In this case I found her biography sandwiched in between that of a Hebrew rabbi and that of a staff-commander who had written a monograph upon the deep-sea fishes.
“Let me see!” said Holmes. “Hum! Born in New Jersey in the year 1858. Contralto—hum! La Scala, hum! Prima donna Imperial Opera of Warsaw—yes! Retired from operatic stage—ha! Living in London—quite so! Your Majesty, as I understand, became entangled with this young person, wrote her some compromising letters, and is now desirous of getting those letters back.”
“Precisely so. But how—”
“Was there a secret marriage?”
“None.”
“No legal papers or certificates?”
“None.”
“Then I fail to follow your Majesty. If this young person should produce her letters for blackmailing or other purposes, how is she to prove their authenticity?”
“There is the writing.”
“Pooh, pooh! Forgery.”
“My private note-paper.”
“Stolen.”
“My own seal.”
“Imitated.”
“My photograph.”
“Bought.”
“We were both in the photograph.”
“Oh, dear! That is very bad! Your Majesty has indeed committed an indiscretion.”
“I was mad—insane.”
“You have compromised yourself seriously.”
“I was only Crown Prince then. I was young. I am but thirty now.”
“It must be recovered.”
“We have tried and failed.”
“Your Majesty must pay. It must be bought.”
“She will not sell.”
“Stolen, then.”
“Five attempts have been made. Twice burglars in my pay ransacked her house. Once we diverted her luggage when she travelled. Twice she has been waylaid. There has been no result.”
“No sign of it?”
“Absolutely none.”
Holmes laughed. “It is quite a pretty little problem,” said he.
“But a very serious one to me,” returned the King reproachfully.
“Very, indeed. And what does she propose to do with the photograph?”
“To ruin me.”
“But how?”
“I am about to be married.”
“So I have heard.”
“To Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen, second daughter of the King of Scandinavia. You may know the strict principles of her family. She is herself the very soul of delicacy. A shadow of a doubt as to my conduct would bring the matter to an end.”
“And Irene Adler?”
“Threatens to send them the photograph. And she will do it. I know that she will do it. You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel. She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men. Rather than I should marry another woman, there are no lengths to which she would not go—none.”
“You are sure that she has not sent it yet?”
“I am sure.”
“And why?”
“Because she has said that she would send it on the day when the betrothal was publicly proclaimed. That will be next Monday.”
“Oh, then we have three days yet,” said Holmes with a yawn. “That is very fortunate, as I have one or two matters of importance to look into just at present. Your Majesty will, of course, stay in London for the present?”
“Certainly. You will find me at the Langham under the name of the Count Von Kramm.”
“Then I shall drop you a line to let you know how we progress.”
“Pray do so. I shall be all anxiety.”
“Then, as to money?”
“You have carte blanche.”
“Absolutely?”
“I tell you that I would give one of the provinces of my kingdom to have that photograph.”
“And for present expenses?”
The King took a heavy chamois leather bag from under his cloak and laid it on the table.
“There are three hundred pounds in gold and seven hundred in notes,” he said.
Holmes scribbled a receipt upon a sheet of his note-book and handed it to him.
“And Mademoiselle’s address?” he asked.
“Is Briony Lodge, Serpentine Avenue, St. John’s Wood.”
Holmes took a note of it. “One other question,” said he. “Was the photograph a cabinet?”
“It was.”
“Then, good-night, your Majesty, and I trust that we shall soon have some good news for you. And good-night, Watson,” he added, as the wheels of the royal brougham rolled down the street. “If you will be good enough to call to-morrow afternoon at three o’clock I should like to chat this little matter over with you.”

All new material in this edition is copyright © 1988 by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.





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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements
General Editor's Preface to the Series
Introduction
Note on the Text
Select Bibliography
A Chronology of Arthur Conan Doyle
A Scandal in Bohemia 5
A Case of Identity 30
The Red-Headed League 49
The Boscombe Valley Mystery 75
The Five Orange Pips 102
The Man with the Twisted Lip 123
The Blue Carbuncle 149
The Speckled Band 171
The Engineer's Thumb 198
The Noble Bachelor 221
The Beryl Coronet 244
The Copper Beeches 270
Explanatory Notes 297
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    Needs editing

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2012

    Hard to understand

    The pages are all mixed up and hard to understand about the book that way if you want to read then buy one for better quality DO NOT GET THE FREE ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    20 out of 22 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 8, 2011

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    Poor quality

    THis book is almost impossible to read. Lots of mistakes when it was scanned in.

    17 out of 19 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2012

    Beware the freebies!

    Many, MANY of the free copies of public domain books available on the Nook are disappointingly unreadable. They either start in the middle of the novel, are written only half in English, or have rampant symbols and punctuation in the middle of words, or all three. The fact that there are anywhere from 3 to 15 copies or more of these free books just makes it harder to wade through the multiple copies to find one that may be readable. Having heard better reviews from Kindle readers, I have to sadly say I am starting to regret my decision to go with the Nook. I would feel a whole lot better about my purchase if I thought any of these problems were being addressed.

    10 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2012

    It's too hard to read past the typos Very hard too read past the typos

    Because of all the typos in this scan of the book, it is very hard to read it.

    8 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2007

    I love Watson!

    This book consists of several bite-sized nuggets of mystery, each of the tales being 20-25 pps long. Holmes usually has the answer to the case before he hears the end of the story, and Watson always tries to be as perceptive as Holmes, but fails. However, we need Watson because he is the narrator! I can't decide which was scarier: The Speckled Band or The Engineer's Thumb. Gripping! I am glad to have finally discovered Watson and Holmes!

    8 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2012

    Bad edition

    While these stories are classics, find another edition to read. This one is very badly scanned, and most words are unrecognizable.

    7 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2012

    Good stories, lots of errors

    I absolutely LOVE Sherlock Holmes but this version has lots of scan errors. To people interested in these stories, I would suggest finding a different version. It would be worth a few dollars extra.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2011

    No read

    I can't read this book. I thaught a free book would be good, but I was wrong. All the chapters are called: Hosted By Google.

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2002

    You must read this book

    This must be one of the best books I have ever read in all my life. Sherlock is unbeliveable in the way that he solves his cases. He is like a more adult version of Scooby Doo.

    5 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2001

    agreatbook

    great book edge of your seat

    5 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2000

    Brill

    This book is a mix up of lots of stories. It is a wonderfull book to read on the go as the stories are relitively short and if you get bored with one you can move onto the next!

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 31, 2012

    The book full of Mysteries

    The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, written by Conan Doyle, is a series of short stories about cases Holmes and his sidekick Dr. Watson have solved. Sherlock Holmes is an observant man and his intuition is unmatched by anyone in Europe. Dr.Watson is Holmes's sidekick in this book, trying to solve difficult cases applying Holmes's techniques. In this short story, the people that need a case to be solved are the Baskervilles. In the past, there was a man named Hugo that was obsessed with a young girl, and eventually kidnapped her and molested her. She escaped with the help of an ivy covered wall. Hugo supposedly made a deal with the devil in order to find the girl. Later Hugo's companions found his body next to the girl's with his throat ripped open by a big black beast. Mortimer, the family doctor, reports that the supernatural beast haunts the family.

    I enjoyed reading this book, but I somewhat dislike it just because some of the things Conan Doyle writes can get confusing. Whenever Holmes is on a case, he observes every detail and listens to everything a person has to say. This shows his intelligence and his determination to show this intelligence to the people around him. Dr.Watson admires Holmes's skills and tries to apply them to what he does to contribute to solve a case. This supports the fact that Holmes is person people look up to. The supernatural hound is symbolism for truth and fantasy; Sir Charles Baskerville was the man that was afraid of the curse. The fact that Sir Charles had poor health supports the fact that he was scared to death by the "hound." I would recommend this book to people of all shapes and sizes. The book makes you think; The mysteries makes the book suspenseful, but Holmes solves these cases with unmatched logic.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2011

    Great book

    This is the best book ever

    4 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2012

    Hi

    Lots of growing and shrinking
    Fantasy
    But all in all a good book

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 26, 2012

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    A series of short stories that are quite entertaining even though Arthur Conan Doyle's writing style is somewhat dated.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2012

    Terrible scan

    Impossible to read, full of gibberish.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2012

    Xdree

    Wierd

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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