This may interest you, Lestrade, he remarked, holding it out. The murder was done with it.I see no marks.There are none.How do you know, then?The grass was growing under it. It had only lain there a few days. There was no sign of a place whence it had been taken. It corresponds with the injuries. There is no sign of any other weapon.And the murderer?Is a tall man, left-handed, limps with the right leg, wears thick-soled shooting-boots and a grey cloak, smokes Indian cigars, uses a cigar-holder, and carries a blunt pen-knife in his pocket. There

 

 

He disapproved of introducing scripture phrases into secular discourse. This seemed to me a question of some difficulty. A scripture expression may be used, like a highly classical phrase, to produce an instantaneous strong impression; and it may be done without being at all improper. Yet I own there is danger, that applying the language of our sac

 

For answer Holmes pushed back the frill of black lace which fringed the hand that lay upon our visitor's knee. Five little livid spots, the marks of four fingers and a thumb, were printed upon the white wrist.You have been cruelly used, said Holmes.The lady coloured deeply and covered over her injured wrist. He is a hard man, she said, and perhaps he hardly knows his own strength.There was a long silence, during which Holmes leaned his chin upon his hands and stared into the crackling fire.This is a very deep business, he said at last. There are a thousand details which I should desire to know before I decide upon our course of action. Yet we

 

 

“I wouldn’t speak of this note, you know,” said the master.“No, sir,” said the clerk. “I understand.”But no sooner was Mr. Utterson alone that night, than he locked the note into his safe, where it reposed from that time forward. “What!” he thought. “Henry Jekyll forge for a murderer!” And his blood ran cold in his veins.Time ran on; thousands of pounds were offered in reward, for the death of Sir Danvers was resented as a public injury; but Mr. Hyde had disappeared out of the ken of the police

 

Yes, I saw it by the side-lights when I was stepping into the carriage. It was a chestnut.Tired-looking or fresh?Oh, fresh and glossy.Thank you. I am sorry to have interrupted you. Pray continue your most interesting statement.Away we went then, and we drove for at least an hour. Colonel Lysander Stark had said that it was only seven miles, but I should think, from the rate that we seemed to go, and from the time that we took, that it must have been nearer twelve. He sat at my side in silence all the time, and I was aware, more than once when I glanced in his direction, that he was looking at me with great intensity. The country roads seem to be not very good in that part of the world, for w