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The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle

15 illustrations · 3 chapters

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Chapter 1 · 4 illustrations The hat, the goose and the stone

  1. From high above, a hard-frost London dawn lies silent over Baker Street.

    1·1 From high above, a hard-frost London dawn lies silent over Baker Street.

    In the text →
  2. Holmes, perfectly grave, jams the battered hat down to the bridge of his nose and lectures on "cubic capacity" with a raised finger, while firelight warms the cluttered Baker Street sitting-room.

    1·3 Holmes, perfectly grave, jams the battered hat down to the bridge of his nose and lectures on "cubic capacity" with a raised finger, while firelight warms the cluttered Baker Street sitting-room.

    In the text →
  3. Peterson's open palm offers the blazing blue carbuncle to the warm, dark sitting-room, while Holmes and Watson lean toward it in blurred silhouette behind.

    1·5 Peterson's open palm offers the blazing blue carbuncle to the warm, dark sitting-room, while Holmes and Watson lean toward it in blurred silhouette behind.

    In the text →
  4. Holmes raises the blue carbuncle to the firelight, his lean face lit amber on one side and touched by a cold blue point from the stone.

    1·6 Holmes raises the blue carbuncle to the firelight, his lean face lit amber on one side and touched by a cold blue point from the stone.

    In the text →

Chapter 2 · 9 illustrations Tracing the goose to Mrs. Oakshott

  1. A hard-frosted Baker Street under a starry sky, seen from above.

    2·1 A hard-frosted Baker Street under a starry sky, seen from above.

    In the text →
  2. In the firelit sitting-room at Baker Street, the round-shouldered Henry Baker warms his trembling hand at the grate while Sherlock Holmes stands behind him, studying him with quiet amusement.

    2·2 In the firelit sitting-room at Baker Street, the round-shouldered Henry Baker warms his trembling hand at the grate while Sherlock Holmes stands behind him, studying him with quiet amusement.

    In the text →
  3. Holmes and Watson stride briskly through a hard-frosted, starlit Bloomsbury street toward the glowing corner of the Alpha Inn, their breath and that of distant passers-by bursting white in the bitter cold.

    2·3 Holmes and Watson stride briskly through a hard-frosted, starlit Bloomsbury street toward the glowing corner of the Alpha Inn, their breath and that of distant passers-by bursting white in the bitter cold.

    In the text →
  4. Over Holmes's shoulder in the amber glow of the Alpha Inn's private bar, the ruddy landlord wipes his hand on his apron and shakes his head: those geese were never his.

    2·4 Over Holmes's shoulder in the amber glow of the Alpha Inn's private bar, the ruddy landlord wipes his hand on his apron and shakes his head: those geese were never his.

    In the text →
  5. Outside the Alpha Inn on a frosty night, Holmes buttons his ulster and flings out an arm toward the south, declaring the chase will run to the bitter end, while Watson stands ready at his side.

    2·5 Outside the Alpha Inn on a frosty night, Holmes buttons his ulster and flings out an arm toward the south, declaring the chase will run to the bitter end, while Watson stands ready at his side.

    In the text →
  6. On a frosty Covent Garden night, the poultry dealer and his boy put up the shutters over bare marble slabs while two men in ulsters cross the cobbles toward the stall.

    2·6 On a frosty Covent Garden night, the poultry dealer and his boy put up the shutters over bare marble slabs while two men in ulsters cross the cobbles toward the stall.

    In the text →
  7. Breckinridge, the Covent Garden goose salesman, flares with sudden anger under his stall lamp.

    2·7 Breckinridge, the Covent Garden goose salesman, flares with sudden anger under his stall lamp.

    In the text →
  8. Breckinridge, the Covent Garden poultry dealer, glares down in gleeful triumph over his open ledgers beneath the harsh gas lamp.

    2·8 Breckinridge, the Covent Garden poultry dealer, glares down in gleeful triumph over his open ledgers beneath the harsh gas lamp.

    In the text →
  9. Under the hanging lamp of the Covent Garden stall, Holmes flings a gold sovereign onto the marble and turns away in feigned disgust, while the gloating poultry dealer reaches for the coin and the trap closes.

    2·9 Under the hanging lamp of the Covent Garden stall, Holmes flings a gold sovereign onto the marble and turns away in feigned disgust, while the gloating poultry dealer reaches for the coin and the trap closes.

    In the text →

Chapter 3 · 2 illustrations Holmes unmasks Ryder and lets him go

  1. Caught in the gas-light of Covent Garden, the hunted man lowers his eyes as a flush climbs his pale cheeks and he gives up his false name, James Ryder.

    3·1 Caught in the gas-light of Covent Garden, the hunted man lowers his eyes as a flush climbs his pale cheeks and he gives up his false name, James Ryder.

    In the text →
  2. Holmes's steady hand raises the blazing blue stone above the open strong-box, a single cold star in the amber firelit room.

    3·2 Holmes's steady hand raises the blazing blue stone above the open strong-box, a single cold star in the amber firelit room.

    In the text →