Out of Doors by J. G. Wood

“Here is a book,” I said, taking up the little volume, “which first brought light into what might have been forever dark. It is Out of Doors, by the famous observer, J. G. Wood. Wood himself very nearly perished from contact with this vile creature, so he wrote with a very full knowledge.”
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Sherlock Holmes - Deductions

I walked slowly down the path. There was clay or soft marl mixed with the chalk, and every here and there I saw the same footstep, both ascending and descending. No one else had gone down to the beach by this track that morning. At one place I observed the print of an open hand with the fingers towards the incline. This could only mean that poor McPherson had fallen as he ascended. There were rounded depressions, too, which suggested that he had come down upon his knees more than once. Read More...

Sherlock Holmes - Character Illustrations

It occurred after my withdrawal to my little Sussex home, when I had given myself up entirely to that soothing life of Nature for which I had so often yearned during the long years spent amid the gloom of London. Read More...

Cyanea capillata

The strange object at which I pointed did indeed look like a tangled mass torn from the mane of a lion. It lay upon a rocky shelf some three feet under the water, a curious waving, vibrating, hairy creature with streaks of silver among its yellow tresses. It pulsated with a slow, heavy dilation and contraction.
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Letters found in McPherson's desk

He had examined the papers in McPherson’s desk and there were several which showed an intimate correspondence with a certain Miss Maud Bellamy, of Fulworth.

Note from Fitzroy McPherson to Maud Bellamy

DEAREST [ran the message]:
The old place on the beach just after sunset on Tuesday. It is the only time I can get away.

Note from Maud Bellamy to Fitzroy McPherson

I will be there, you may be sure.

The Haven

Home of Tom Bellamy, with his son and daughter. Read More...


“I’d be glad of your advice, Mr. Holmes. This is a big thing for me to handle, and I’ll hear of it from Lewes if I go wrong.” (Constable Anderson)
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The village of Fulworth lies in a hollow curving in a semicircle round the bay. Behind the old-fashioned hamlet several modern houses have been built upon the rising ground. Read More...

The Gables

Harold Stackhurst’s well-known coaching establishment, The Gables, quite a large place, which contains some score of young fellows preparing for various professions.

Holmes' house

My villa is situated upon the southern slope of the downs, commanding a great view of the Channel.
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It occurred after my withdrawal to my little Sussex home.
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Inspector Bardle

I had a call from Inspector Bardle of the Sussex Constabulary — a steady, solid, bovine man with thoughtful eyes, which looked at me now with a very troubled expression.

McPherson's dog

I saw the faithful little creature, an Airedale terrier, laid out upon the mat in the hall. The body was stiff and rigid, the eyes projecting, and the limbs contorted. There was agony in every line of it.

Sudbury and Blount

At my request he sent for Sudbury and Blount, the two students who had found the dog.

Old housekeeper

It was my old housekeeper who heard of it first by that strange wireless by which such people collect the news of the countryside.

Uncle of Fitzroy McPherson

“We were engaged to be married, and we only kept it secret because Fitzroy’s uncle, who is very old and said to be dying, might have disinherited him if he had married against his wish.” (Maud Bellamy)

William Bellamy

A powerful young man, with a heavy, sullen face.

Tom Bellamy

Mr. Bellamy proved to be a middle-aged man with a flaming red beard. He seemed to be in a very angry mood, and his face was soon as florid as his hair.

Maud Bellamy

“She is the beauty of the neighbourhood — a real beauty, Holmes, who would draw attention everywhere.” (Harold Stackhurst) Read More...


The village constable, a big, ginger-moustached man of the slow, solid Sussex breed — a breed which covers much good sense under a heavy, silent exterior.

Dr John Watson

At this period of my life the good Watson had passed almost beyond my ken. An occasional week-end visit was the most that I ever saw of him. Thus I must act as my own chronicler. Ah! had he but been with me, how much he might have made of so wonderful a happening and of my eventual triumph against every difficulty!

Cyanea capillata

A loose roundish mass of tawny membranes and fibres, something like very large handfuls of lion’s mane and silver paper.

Ian Murdoch

The mathematical coach at the establishment, a tall, dark, thin man, so taciturn and aloof that none can be said to have been his friend. He seemed to live in some high abstract region of surds and conic sections, with little to connect him with ordinary life. He was looked upon as an oddity by the students, and would have been their butt, but there was some strange outlandish blood in the man, which showed itself not only in his coal-black eyes and swarthy face but also in occasional outbreaks of temper, which could only be described as ferocious.

Fitzroy McPherson

The science master, a fine upstanding young fellow whose life had been crippled by heart trouble following rheumatic fever. He was a natural athlete, however, and excelled in every game which did not throw too great a strain upon him.

Harold Stackhurst

A well-known rowing Blue in his day, and an excellent all-round scholar. Read More...

Dr John Watson

It was pleasant to Dr. Watson to find himself once more in the untidy room of the first floor in Baker Street which had been the starting-point of so many remarkable adventures.

Dr John Watson

“The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action which I can recall in our association. I was alone.” (Sherlock Holmes)

Dr John Watson

Sherlock Holmes related this story to Dr Watson as one of his earlier adventures before he and Watson shared rooms in Baker Street.

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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