The Real Name

A flush sprang to the white cheeks of the stranger. “Well then,” said he, “my real name is James Ryder.”

The Blue Carbuncle Held Up

Our visitor staggered to his feet and clutched the mantelpiece with his right hand. Holmes unlocked his strong-box and held up the blue carbuncle, which shone out like a star, with a cold, brilliant, many-pointed radiance. Ryder stood glaring with a drawn face, uncertain whether to claim or to disown it.