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Part I
Chapter I. Mr. Sherlock Holmes
Chapter II. The science of deduction
Chapter III. The Lauriston garden mystery
Chapter IV. What John Rance had to tell
Chapter V. Our advertisement brings a visitor
Chapter VI. Tobias Gregson shows what he can do
Chapter VII. Light in the darkness
Part II. The Country of the Saints
Chapter I. On the great Alkali plain
Chapter II. The flower of Utah
Chapter III. John Ferrier talks with the prophet
Chapter IV. A flight for life
Chapter V. The avenging angels
Chapter VI. A continuation of the reminiscences of John Watson, M.D
Chapter VII. The conclusion
In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon. The regiment was stationed in India at the time, and before I could join it, the second Afghan war had broken out. On landing at Bombay, I learned that my corps had advanced through the passes, and was already deep in the enemy's country. I followed, however, with many other officers who were in the same situation as myself, and succeeded in reaching Candahar in safety, where I found my regiment, and at once entered upon my new duties.
The campaign brought honours and promotion to many, but for me it had nothing but misfortune and disaster. I was removed from my brigade and attached to the Berkshires, with whom I served at the fatal battle of Maiwand. There I was struck on the shoulder by a Jezail bullet, which shattered the bone and grazed the subclavian artery. I should have fallen into the hands of the murderous Ghazis had it not been for the devotion and courage shown by Murray, my orderly, who threw me across a pack-horse, and succeeded in bringing me safely to the British lines.
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"You seem to be a walking calendar of crime," said Stamford with a laugh. "You might start a paper on those lines. Call it the 'Police News of the Past.'"
"Very interesting reading it might be made, too," remarked Sherlock Holmes, sticking a small piece of plaster over the prick on his finger. "I have to be careful," he continued, turning to me with a smile, "for I dabble with poisons a good deal." He held out his hand as he spoke, and I noticed that it was all mottled over with similar pieces of plaster, and discoloured with strong acids.
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