The definitive e-book version of A Study In Scarlet, the brilliant detective novel that first introduced the world to Sherlock Holmes.
Complete with the stunning illustrations and typographic flourishes of the 1893 publication of Arthur Conan Doyle’s story, we see Dr Watson move into Holmes’ flat at 221B Baker Street. Soon, the pair are investigating a murder at an abandoned manor, where a mysterious message has been left in blood on one wall – and we begin to see the genius of Holmes’ detective mind at work.
This beautiful, painstakingly-produced Apostrophe Books version of A Study In Scarlet includes an introduction about Sherlock Holmes by Dr Joseph Bell and original illustrations by George Hutchinson.
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About the Author
A prolific author of books, short stories, poetry, and more, the Scottish writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930) is best known for the creation of one of literature’s most vivid and enduring characters: Sherlock Holmes. Through detailed observation, vast knowledge, and brilliant deduction, Holmes and his trusted friend, Dr. Watson, step into the swirling fog of Victorian London to rescue the innocent, confound the guilty, and solve the most perplexing puzzles known to literature.
Date of Birth:May 22, 1859
Date of Death:July 7, 1930
Place of Birth:Edinburgh, Scotland
Place of Death:Crowborough, Sussex, England
Education:Edinburgh University, B.M., 1881; M.D., 1885
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Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged hardships which I had undergone, I was removed, with a great train of wounded sufferers, to the base hospital at Peshawar. Here I rallied, and had already improved so far as to be able to walk about the wards, and even to bask a little upon the verandah, when I was struck down by enteric fever, that curse of our Indian possessions. For months my life was despaired of, and when at last I came to myself and became convalescent, I was so weak and emaciated that a medical board determined that not a day should be lost in sending me back to England. I was dispatched, accordingly, in the troopship Orontes, and landed a month later on Portsmouth jetty, with my health irretrievably ruined, but with permission from a paternal government to spend the next nine months in attempting to improve it.