Dr. Watson
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first heard Jun 2026
last heard 21 Jul
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The year 87 furnished us with a long series of cases of greater or less interest, of which I retain the records.
Among my headings, under this one twelve months, I find an account of the adventure of the Peridol Chamber, of the amateur mendicant Society, who held a luxurious club in the lower vault of a furniture warehouse, of the facts connected with the loss of the British barque Sophie Anderson,
of the singular adventures of the Grice Pattersons in the island of Ufa, and, finally, of the Camberwell poisoning case.
In the latter, as may be remembered, Sherlock Holmes was able, by winding up the dead man's watch, to prove that it had been wound up two hours before, and that, therefore, the deceased had gone to bed within that time, a deduction which was of the greatest importance in clearing up the case.
All these I may sketch out at some future date, but none of them present such singular features as the strange train of circumstances which I have now taken up my pen to describe.
It was in the latter days of September, and the equinoctial gales had set in with exceptional violence.
All day the wind had screamed, and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here, in the heart of great, handmade London, we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life, and to recognize the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilization.
like untamed beasts in a cage.
As evening drew in, the storm grew higher and louder, and the wind cried and sobbed like a child in the chimney.
Sherlock Holmes sat moodily at one side of the fireplace, cross-indexing his records of crime.
while I, at the other, was deep in one of Clark Russell's fine sea-stories, until the howl of the gale from without seemed to blend with the text, and the splash of the rain to lengthen out into the long swash of the sea-waves, my wife was on a visit to her mother's, and for a few days I was a dweller once more in my old quarters at Baker Street.
"'Why,' said I, glancing up at my companion, "'that was surely the bell.
Who could come up to-night?
Some friend of yours, perhaps?'
Except yourself I have none, he answered.
I do not encourage visitors.
A client, then?
If so, it is a serious case.
Nothing less would bring a man out on such a day and at such an hour.
But I take it that it is more likely to be some crony of the landlady's.
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