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The Plot Thickens
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There’s the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.
Have you followed me so far?”
“It is very clear.”
#SherlockHolmes
#TheManWithTheTwistedLip
April 10, 2024 at 11:50 PM
Mrs. St. Clair had her lunch, started for the City, did some shopping, proceeded to the company’s office, got her packet, and found herself at exactly 4:35 walking through Swandam Lane on her way back to the station.
April 10, 2024 at 11:50 PM

Now, if you are well up in your London, you will know that the office of the company is in Fresno Street, which branches out of Upper Swandam Lane, where you found me to-night.
April 10, 2024 at 11:50 PM
to the effect that a small parcel of considerable value which she had been expecting was waiting for her at the offices of the Aberdeen Shipping Company.
#SherlockHolmes
#TheManWithTheTwistedLip
April 10, 2024 at 11:50 PM
Now, by the merest chance, his wife received a telegram upon this same Monday, very shortly after his departure,
April 10, 2024 at 11:50 PM
“Last Monday Mr. Neville St. Clair went into town rather earlier than usual, remarking before he started that he had two important commissions to perform, and that he would bring his little boy home a box of bricks.
April 10, 2024 at 11:49 PM
while he has £ 220 standing to his credit in the Capital and Counties Bank. There is no reason, therefore, to think that money troubles have been weighing upon his mind.
#SherlockHolmes
#TheManWithTheTwistedLip
April 10, 2024 at 11:48 PM
Mr. St. Clair is now thirty-seven years of age, is a man of temperate habits, a good husband, a very affectionate father, and a man who is popular with all who know him. I may add that his whole debts at the present moment, as far as we have been able to ascertain, amount to £ 88 10s.,
April 10, 2024 at 11:48 PM
He had no occupation, but was interested in several companies and went into town as a rule in the morning, returning by the 5:14 from Cannon Street every night.
April 10, 2024 at 11:48 PM
By degrees he made friends in the neighbourhood, and in 1887 he married the daughter of a local brewer, by whom he now has two children.
#SherlockHolmes
#TheManWithTheTwistedLip
April 10, 2024 at 11:48 PM
“Some years ago—to be definite, in May, 1884—there came to Lee a gentleman, Neville St. Clair by name, who appeared to have plenty of money. He took a large villa, laid out the grounds very nicely, and lived generally in good style.
April 10, 2024 at 11:47 PM
There’s plenty of thread, no doubt, but I can’t get the end of it into my hand. Now, I’ll state the case clearly and concisely to you, Watson, and maybe you can see a spark where all is dark to me.”
“Proceed, then.”
#SherlockHolmes
#TheManWithTheTwistedLip
April 10, 2024 at 12:21 AM
I was wondering what I should say to this dear little woman to-night when she meets me at the door.”
“You forget that I know nothing about it.”
“I shall just have time to tell you the facts of the case before we get to Lee. It seems absurdly simple, and yet, somehow I can get nothing to go upon.
April 10, 2024 at 12:21 AM
“You have a grand gift of silence, Watson,” said he. “It makes you quite invaluable as a companion. ’Pon my word, it is a great thing for me to have someone to talk to, for my own thoughts are not over-pleasant.
April 10, 2024 at 12:21 AM
when he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders, and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who has satisfied himself that he is acting for the best.
#SherlockHolmes
#TheManWithTheTwistedLip
April 10, 2024 at 12:20 AM
curious to learn what this new quest might be which seemed to tax his powers so sorely, and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts. We had driven several miles, and were beginning to get to the fringe of the belt of suburban villas,
April 10, 2024 at 12:20 AM
A dull wrack was drifting slowly across the sky, and a star or two twinkled dimly here and there through the rifts of the clouds. Holmes drove in silence, with his head sunk upon his breast, and the air of a man who is lost in thought, while I sat beside him,
April 10, 2024 at 12:19 AM
Beyond lay another dull wilderness of bricks and mortar, its silence broken only by the heavy, regular footfall of the policeman, or the songs and shouts of some belated party of revellers.
#SherlockHolmes
#TheManWithTheTwistedLip
April 10, 2024 at 12:19 AM
He flicked the horse with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless succession of sombre and deserted streets, which widened gradually, until we were flying across a broad balustraded bridge, with the murky river flowing sluggishly beneath us.
April 10, 2024 at 12:19 AM
Here’s half a crown. Look out for me to-morrow, about eleven. Give her her head. So long, then!”
#SherlockHolmes
#TheManWithTheTwistedLip
April 8, 2024 at 12:47 AM

“Near Lee, in Kent. We have a seven-mile drive before us.”
“But I am all in the dark.”
“Of course you are. You’ll know all about it presently. Jump up here. All right, John; we shall not need you.
April 8, 2024 at 12:47 AM

“Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one.”
“The Cedars?”
“Yes; that is Mr. St. Clair’s house. I am staying there while I conduct the inquiry.”
“Where is it, then?”
April 8, 2024 at 12:47 AM
“Now, Watson,” said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. “You’ll come with me, won’t you?”
“If I can be of use.”
April 8, 2024 at 12:47 AM
He put his two forefingers between his teeth and whistled shrilly—a signal which was answered by a similar whistle from the distance, followed shortly by the rattle of wheels and the clink of horses’ hoofs.
#SherlockHolmes
#TheManWithTheTwistedLip
April 8, 2024 at 12:46 AM
“Ay, bodies, Watson. We should be rich men if we had £ 1000 for every poor devil who has been done to death in that den. It is the vilest murder-trap on the whole riverside, and I fear that Neville St. Clair has entered it never to leave it more. But our trap should be here.”
April 8, 2024 at 12:46 AM