The Adventure of the Dying Detective (Part 1) by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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the adventure of the dying detective, Mrs. Hudson, the land lady of Sherlock Holmes, was a long suffering woman. Not only was her first floor flat invaded at all hours by throngs of singular and often undesirable characters, but a remarkable lodger showed an eccentricity and irregularity in his life, which must have sorely tried her patients. His incredible untidiness, his addiction to music. It's strange hours, his occasional revolver practise within doors. His weird and often malodorous scientific experiments and the atmosphere of violence and danger which hung around him made him the very West tenant in London. On the other hand, his payments were princely. I have no doubt that the home might have Bean purchased at the price, which homes paid for his rooms. During the years that I was with him, the landlady's stood in the deepest off him and never dared turn to fear. With him, however outrageous is proceedings might seem. She was fond of him, too, for he had a remarkable gentleness and courtesy in his dealings with women. He disliked and distrusted the sex, but he was always a chivalrous opponent. Knowing how genuine was a regard for him, I listened earnestly to a storey when she came to my rooms in the second year of my married life and told me of the sad condition to which my poor friend was reduced. He's dying, don't you watching? Said she. For three days he has been sinking. And I doubt if he will last the day he would know et me get a doctor. This morning when I saw his boat sticking out his face in his great bright eyes, looking every I could stand no more of it. Will you leave all without it? Mr Holmes, I'm going for a doctor this very hour. Sit. Oi! You'll be watching then, City. I wouldn't waste in our incoming to him. Cero. You may not see him alive. I was horrified for I had heard nothing of his illness. I need not say that. I rushed for my coat in my hat. As we drove back, I asked for the details. There is little I could tell you, sir. He's be working a case down it rather hive in an alley near the river. And he has brought this ceiling is back with him. He took to his bed on Wednesday afternoon and has never moved since. For these three days, neither food nor drink is past his lips. Good God, why did you not call a doctor? It wouldn't have it. So you know how masterful use. I didn't dare to do so by him, but he's no long for this world. As you'll see for yourself the moment that you set eyes on him, he was indeed a deplorable spectacle in the dim light of a foggy November day. The sick room was a gloomy spot, but it was that got wasted face staring at me from the bed, which sent a chill to my heart. His eyes had the brightness of fever. There was a hectic flush upon either cheek, and dark crusts clung to his lips. The thin hands upon the Coverlet twitched incessantly. His voice was KROQ ing and spasmodic. He lay listlessly as I entered the room, but the sight of me brought a gleam of recognition to his eyes. Well, you know what? We seem to have fallen upon evil days, he said in a feeble voice, but with something of his old callousness of manner. My dear fellow, I cried approaching him. Stand back, stand right back city with a sharp imperiousness which I had associated only with moments of crisis. If you preach me, Watson, I shall order you out of the house. But why? Because it is my desire. Is that not enough? Yes. Mrs Hudson was right. He was more masterful than ever. It was pitiful. However, to see is exhaustion. I only wished to help. I explained exactly. You will help best by doing what you are held Suddenly homes, he relaxed the austerity of his manner. You are not angry? He asked, gasping for breath. Poor devil. How could I be angry when I saw him lying in such a plight before May? It's for Yaar Aylan's heat. Watson, he croaked. For my sake, I knew What is the matter with me? It is a coolie disease from much a thing that the Dutch knew more about then we evil. They have made beautiful of it up to date. One thing is certain. It is infallibly diddly, and it is horribly contagious. He spoke now with a feverish energy, the long hands twitching and jerking as he motioned me away. Couldn't he just watch what's in it? That's it by touch. Keep your distance and always will. Good heavens, Holmes, Do you suppose that such a consideration weighs with me for an instant? It would not affect me in the case of a stranger. Do you imagine it would prevent me from doing my duty to so old a friend again? I advanced, but he repulsed me with a look of furious anger. If you would stand there, I will talk. If you do not, you must be from room. I have so deeper respect for the extraordinary qualities of homes that I have always deferred to his wishes, even when I least understood them. But now all my professional instincts were aroused. Let him be my master. Elsewhere I at least was his in a sick room. Holmes said I you are not yourself. A sick man is but a child. And so I will treat you whether you like it or not. I will examine your symptoms and treat you for them. He looked at me with venomous eyes. If I am to have a doctor, whether I will or not, let me at least have someone in whom I have confidence, said he. Then you have none in me in your friendship. Secondly, but facts are facts. What hand? After all, you are only a general practitioner. Very limited experience in mediocre qualifications. It is painful tohave to see these things. But you leave me no choice. I was bitterly hurt. Such a remark is unworthy of you, Holmes. It shows me very clearly the state of your own nerves. But if you have no confidence in me, I would not intrude my services. Let me bring Sir Jasper Meek or Penrose Fisher or any of the best men in London. But someone you must have. And that is final. If you think that I'm going to stand here and see you die without either helping you myself or bringing someone else to help you Then you have mistaking your man. You mean well, said the sick man with something between a sob and a groan. Shall I demonstrate your own ignorance? What do you know? Pray of tipping newly fever. I want to Do you know of the black Formosa corruption I have never heard of either. There are many problems of disease. Many strange pathological possibilities in the east. What? He paused after each sentence to collect his failing strength. I have learned how much during some recent research is which heavy medical criminal aspect. It was in the course of them that I contracted this complaint. You can do nothing. Possibly not. But I happen to know that Dr Haynes Tree the greatest living authority upon tropical diseases now in London, all Remonstrance is useless, homes. I am going this instant to fetch him. I turned resolutely to the door. Never have I had such a shock in an instant with a tiger spring the dying man had intercepted May I heard the sharp snap of a twisted key. The next moment he had staggered back to his bed, exhausted in panting after his one tremendous out flame of energy. You want to take the key from me By force, Watson. I've got you, my friend. I hear you on then. Yeah, You will stay until I will. Otherwise I'll humour you all this in a little gasp with terrible struggles for breath between you've only for my own good at heart. Of course I know very well you shall have your way. Keep me time to get my stream. Not now. What's not It's four o'clock at six. You can Ggo. This is insanity homes. Only two hours. What's in it? I promise you will go at six. Are you content to wait? I seem to have no choice. None. And the weld? What's I think? I need no help in arranging the clothes. You will please keep your distance. Now what? There is one other condition that I would make. You will seek help? No, from the mirror and you mention But from the one I choose. By all means. The first three sensible words you have added since you entered this room. Watson. You will find some books over there. I am somewhat exhausted. I wonder how better it feels when it pours electricity into a northern conductor at Six Watson Way Resort. Our conversation