Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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2,747 appearances
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first heard Jun 2026
last heard 1 Aug
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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But now—' He shrugged his shoulders in humorous depreciation of the state of things which he had himself done so much to produce.
"'At the time of which I speak, Holmes had been back for some months, and I, at his request, had sold my practice and returned to share the old quarters in Baker Street.
A young doctor named Verner had purchased my small Kensington practice.'
and given, with astonishingly little demur, the highest price that I ventured to ask, an incident which only explained itself some years later, when I found that Werner was a distant relation of Holmes, and that it was my friend who had really found the money.
Our months of partnership had not been so uneventful as he had stated, for I find, on looking over my notes, that this period includes the case of the papers of ex-President Murillo and
and also the shocking affair of the Dutch steamship Friesland, which so nearly cost us both our lives.
His cold and proud nature was always averse, however, from anything in the shape of public applause, and he bound me in the most stringent terms to say no further word of himself, his methods, or his successes, a prohibition which, as I have explained, has only now been removed."
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, was leaning back in his chair after his whimsical protest, and was unfolding his morning paper in a leisurely fashion, when our attention was arrested by a tremendous ring at the bell, followed immediately by a hollow drumming sound, as if someone were beating on the outer door with his fist.
As it opened there came a tumultuous rush into the hall, rapid feet clattered up the stair,
and an instant later a wild-eyed and frantic young man, pale, dishevelled, and palpitating, burst into the room.
He looked from one to the other of us, and under our gaze of inquiry he became conscious that some apology was needed for this unceremonious entry.
"'I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes,' he cried.
"'You mustn't blame me.
I'm nearly mad.
Mr. Holmes, I am the unhappy John Hector Macfarlane.'
He made the announcement as if the name alone would explain both his visit and its manner, but I could see by my companion's unresponsive face that it meant no more to him than to me.
"'Have a cigarette, Mr. Macfarlane,' said he, pushing his case across.
"'I am sure that, with your symptoms, my friend Dr. Watson here would prescribe a sedative.
The weather has been so very warm these last few days.'
Now, if you feel a little more composed, I should be glad if you would sit down in that chair, and tell us very slowly and quietly who you are and what it is that you want.
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