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The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
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The banker Alexander Holder has been the victim of a theft and his son Arthur has been caught red-handed. An important client had entrusted Alexander with the Beryl Coronet – a rare and precious piece of jewellery – in exchange of a pound50,000 loan. Not wanting to risk leaving it at the bank, Holder had taken it back home. He'd been awoken at night by a noise and had discovered his son, coronet in hand, and three of its beryl were missing. Yet Sherlock Holmes, hired by Holder, doesn't seem to think that Arthur is guilty."The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet" is part of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes".-
LanguageEnglish
PublisherSAGA Egmont
Release dateSep 28, 2020
ISBN9788726586640
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Arthur Conan Doyle

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, in 1859. Before starting his writing career, Doyle attended medical school, where he met the professor who would later inspire his most famous creation, Sherlock Holmes. A Study in Scarlet was Doyle's first novel; he would go on to write more than sixty stories featuring Sherlock Holmes. He died in England in 1930.

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    The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet - Arthur Conan Doyle

    Arthur Conan Doyle

    The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet

    SAGA Egmont

    The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet

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    Holmes, said I as I stood one morning in our bow-window looking down the street, here is a madman coming along. It seems rather sad that his relatives should allow him to come out alone.

    My friend rose lazily from his armchair and stood with his hands in the pockets of his dressing-gown, looking over my shoulder. It was a bright, crisp February morning, and the snow of the day before still lay deep upon the ground, shimmering brightly in the wintry sun. Down the centre of Baker Street it had been ploughed into a brown crumbly band by the traffic, but at either side and on the heaped-up edges of the foot-paths it still lay as white as when it fell. The grey pavement had been cleaned and scraped, but was still dangerously slippery, so that there were fewer passengers than usual. Indeed, from the direction of the Metropolitan Station no one was coming save the single gentleman whose eccentric conduct had drawn my attention.

    He was a man of about fifty, tall, portly, and imposing, with a massive, strongly marked face and a commanding figure. He was dressed in a sombre yet rich style, in black frock-coat, shining hat, neat brown gaiters, and well-cut pearl-gray trousers. Yet his actions were in absurd contrast to the dignity of his dress and features, for he was running hard, with occasional little springs, such as a weary man gives who is little accustomed to set any tax upon his legs. As he ran he jerked his hands up and down, waggled his head, and writhed his face into the most extraordinary contortions.

    What on earth can be the matter with him? I asked. He is looking up at the numbers of the houses.

    I believe that he is coming here, said Holmes, rubbing his hands.

    Here?

    Yes; I rather think he is coming to consult me professionally. I think that I recognise the symptoms. Ha! did I not tell you? As he spoke, the man, puffing and blowing, rushed at our door and pulled at our bell until the whole house resounded with the clanging.

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