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Ribston Pippin

The first who entered was a little Ribston pippin of a man, with ruddy cheeks and fluffy white side-whiskers.
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The Weald

Alighting at the small wayside station, we drove for some miles through the remains of widespread woods, which were once part of that great forest which for so long held the Saxon invaders at bay — the impenetrable “weald,” for sixty years the bulwark of Britain. Vast sections of it have been cleared, for this is the seat of the first iron-works of the country, and the trees have been felled to smelt the ore. Now the richer fields of the North have absorbed the trade, and nothing save these ravaged groves and great scars in the earth show the work of the past.
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Sherlock Holmes - Deductions

“Was the blood-stain above or below?”
“On the side next the boards.”
“Which proves, of course, that the book was dropped after the crime was committed.”
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Sherlock Holmes - Character Illustrations

Holmes, however, like all great artists, lived for his art’s sake, and, save in the case of the Duke of Holdernesse, I have seldom known him claim any large reward for his inestimable services. So unworldly was he — or so capricious — that he frequently refused his help to the powerful and wealthy where the problem made no appeal to his sympathies, while he would devote weeks of most intense application to the affairs of some humble client whose case presented those strange and dramatic qualities which appealed to his imagination and challenged his ingenuity. Read More...

Sherlock Holmes - Sayings

“There can be no question, my dear Watson, of the value of exercise before breakfast.” Read More...

Sherlock Holmes - Captain Basil

The fact that several rough-looking men called during that time and inquired for Captain Basil made me understand that Holmes was working somewhere under one of the numerous disguises and names with which he concealed his own formidable identity. He had at least five small refuges in different parts of London, in which he was able to change his personality.

Tobacco pouch

It was of coarse sealskin — the straight-haired skin, with a leather thong to bind it. Inside was ‘P. C.’ on the flap. There was half an ounce of strong ship’s tobacco in it.

Notebook

A drab-covered notebook. The outside was rough and worn, the leaves discoloured. On the first page were written the initials “J. H. N.” and the date “1883.”

Sheath knife

“A sheath-knife, still in its sheath. It lay at the feet of the dead man. Mrs. Carey has identified it as being her husband’s property.”

Tin Box

Tin box containing the securities which Neligan Snr. hoped to sell and thereby repay his creditors.
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Harpoon

One was the harpoon with which the deed was committed. It had been snatched down from a rack on the wall. Two others remained there, and there was a vacant place for the third. On the stock was engraved ‘SS. Sea Unicorn, Dundee.’

Telelgram to Stanley Hopkins

‘Inspector Stanley Hopkins, 46 Lord Street, Brixton. Come breakfast to-morrow at nine-thirty. Important. Wire if unable to come. — Sherlock Holmes.’

Telegram from Sherlock Holmes

‘Sumner, Shipping Agent, Ratcliff Highway. Send three men on, to arrive ten to-morrow morning. — Basil.’

Telegram from Stanley Hopkins

“Ah, Hopkins, I got your wire last night, and I have been expecting you.”

Wilson, the notorious canary-trainer

The arrest of Wilson, the notorious canary-trainer, which removed a plague-spot from the East End of London.

Sudden death of Cardinal Tosca

His ((Sherlock Holmes) famous investigation of the suden death of Cardinal Tosca - an inquiry which was carried out by him at the express desire of His Holiness the Pope.

Priory School

Previous story in the ‘Return’.
“Like all great artists, lived for his art’s sake, and, save in the case of the Duke of Holdernesse, I have seldom known him claim any large reward for his inestimable services.” (Dr John Watson)

Tunbridge Wells, Kent

Patrick Cairns walked ten miles to Tunbridge Wells to catch a train for London.
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Shetland Lights

“Only one man knew what had happened to him, and that was me, for, with my own eyes, I saw the skipper tip up his heels and put him over the rail in the middle watch of a dark night, two days before we sighted the Shetland Lights.” (Patrick Cairns)
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Sumner Shipping Agent, Ratcliff Highway, London

The shipping agent through which Sherlock Holmes found Patrick Cairns.
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Brambletye Hotel, Forest Row, Sussex

Where rooms had been booked for Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson during their stay in Sussex.
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Outhouse where Peter Carey was killed

Nearer the road, and surrounded on three sides by bushes, was a small outhouse, one window and the door facing in our direction. The outhouse was the simplest of dwellings, wooden-walled, shingle-roofed, one window beside the door and one on the farther side.

SS Sea Unicorn, Dundee

Peter Carey was Captain of this Ship. Read More...

Woodman's Lee, Nr. Forest Row, Sussex

Home of Captain Peter Carey.
In a clearing upon the green slope of a hill, stood a long, low, stone house, approached by a curving drive running through the fields.
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Slater

“You remember that a stonemason, named Slater, walking from Forest Row about one o’clock in the morning — two days before the murder — stopped as he passed the grounds and looked at the square of light still shining among the trees. He swears that the shadow of a man’s head turned sideways was clearly visible on the blind, and that this shadow was certainly not that of Peter Carey.” (Stanley Hopkins)

Daughter of Peter Carey

A pale, fair-haired girl, whose eyes blazed defiantly at us as she told us that she was glad that her father was dead, and that she blessed the hand which had struck him down.

Mrs Peter Carey

A haggard, gray-haired woman, the widow of the murdered man, whose gaunt and deep-lined face, with the furtive look of terror in the depths of her red-rimmed eyes, told of the years of hardship and ill-usage which she had endured.

Patrick Cairns

A fierce bull-dog face was framed in a tangle of hair and beard, and two bold, dark eyes gleamed behind the cover of thick, tufted, overhung eyebrows. He saluted and stood sailor-fashion, turning his cap round in his hands.

John Hopley Neligan

The nocturnal visitor was a young man, frail and thin, with a black moustache, which intensified the deadly pallor of his face. He could not have been much above twenty years of age. I have never seen any human being who appeared to be in such a pitiable fright, for his teeth were visibly chattering, and he was shaking in every limb. He was dressed like a gentleman, in Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers, with a cloth cap upon his head.
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Captain Peter Carey

“He was born in ’45 — fifty years of age. He was a most daring and successful seal and whale fisher. In 1883 he commanded the steam sealer Sea Unicorn, of Dundee. He had then had several successful voyages in succession, and in the following year, 1884, he retired.” Read More...

Inspector Stanley Hopkins

Our visitor was an exceedingly alert man, thirty years of age, dressed in a quiet tweed suit, but retaining the erect bearing of one who was accustomed to official uniform. I recognized him at once as Stanley Hopkins, a young police inspector, for whose future Holmes had high hopes while he in turn professed the admiration and respect of a pupil for the scientific methods of the famous amateur. Hopkins’s brow was clouded, and he sat down with an air of deep dejection.

Mrs Hudson

Mrs. Hudson has made some change in that figure eight times, or once in every quarter of an hour. She works it from the front, so that her shadow may never be seen.

Mrs Hudson

“Mrs. Hudson has risen to the occasion,” said Holmes, uncovering a dish of curried chicken. “Her cuisine is a little limited, but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotchwoman.” (Sherlock Holmes)

221b Baker Street, London

Home of Sherlock Holmes and at times Dr John Watson.
They (the rooms) consisted of a couple of comfortable bedrooms and a single large airy sitting-room, cheerfully furnished, and illuminated by two broad windows.
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Dr John Watson

Companion and chronicler of Sherlock Holmes.

Mrs Hudson

Long sufferring Landlady of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.

Sherlock Holmes

“Well, I have a trade of my own. I suppose I am the only one in the world. I’m a consulting detective, if you can understand what that is. Here in London we have lots of government detectives and lots of private ones. When these fellows are at fault, they come to me, and I manage to put them on the right scent." (Sherlock Holmes) (Study in Scarlet)
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