When I glance over my notes and records of the Sherlock Holmes cases between the years '82 and '90, I am faced by so many which present...

We were seated at breakfast one morning, my wife and I, when the maid brought in a telegram. It was from Sherlock Holmes and ran in this...

"My dear fellow," said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, "life is infinitely stranger...

I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation with a very...

I slept at Baker Street that night, and we were engaged upon our toast and coffee in the morning when the King of Bohemia rushed into the...

At three o'clock precisely I was at Baker Street, but Holmes had not yet returned. The landlady informed me that he had left the house...

To Sherlock Holmes, she is always THE woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes, she eclipses and...

so the day begins