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Артур Конан Дойл. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
A study in scarlet
Part I. Being a reprint from the Reminiscences of John H. Watson, M.D., Late of the Army Medical Department
Chapter I. Mr. Sherlock Holmes
Chapter II. The Science of Deduction
Chapter III. The Lauriston Gardens 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
The adventures of Sherlock Holmes
I. A scandal in Bohemia
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II. The Red-Headed League
III. A case of identity
IV. The Boscombe valley mystery
V. The five orange pips
VI. The man with the twisted lip
VII. The adventure of the blue carbuncle
VIII. The adventure of the speckled band
IX. The adventure of the engineer’s thumb
X. The adventure of the noble bachelor
XI. The adventure of the beryl coronet
XII. The adventure of the copper beeches
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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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“There’s more work to be got out of one of those little beggars than out of a dozen of the force,” Holmes remarked. “The mere sight of an official-looking person seals men’s lips. These youngsters, however, go everywhere and hear everything. They are as sharp as needles, too; all they want is organisation.”
“Is it on this Brixton case that you are employing them?” I asked.
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