The Adventures and Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes - books 1 and 2 (illustrated)
Arthur Conan Doyle
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The first two collections of stories about the famous detective Sherlock Holmes and his friend Dr Watson in their adventures of solving crimes in Victorian England.
The book includes 23 stories with 200 illustrations by Sidney Paget.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes:
1) A Scandal in Bohemia.
2) The Red-Headed League.
3) A Case of Identity.
4) The Boscombe Valley Mystery.
5) The Five Orange Pips.
6) The Man with the Twisted Lip.
7) The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle.
8) The Adventure of the Speckled Band.
9) The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb.
10) The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor.
11) The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet.
12) The Adventure of the Copper Beeches.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes:
1) Silver Blaze;
2) The Adventure of the Yellow Face;
3) The Adventure of the Stock-broker’s Clerk;
4) The Adventure of the ‘Gloria Scott’;
5) The Adventure of the Musgrave Ritual;
6) The Adventure of the Reigate Squire;
7) The Adventure of the Crooked Man;
8) The Adventure of the Resident Patient;
9) The Adventure of the Greek Interpreter;
10) The Adventure of the Naval Treaty;
11) The Final Problem.
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for it by the enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and, if you will excuse my saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures.” “Your cases have indeed been of the greatest interest to me,” I observed. “You will remember that I remarked the other day, just before we went into the very simple problem presented by Miss Mary Sutherland, that for strange effects and extraordinary combinations we must go to life itself, which is always far more daring than any effort