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<h1> A STUDY IN SCARLET. </h1>
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<h2> PART I. </h2>
<p>(<i>Being a reprint from the reminiscences of</i> JOHN H. WATSON, M.D., <i>
late
of the Army Medical Department.
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<h2> CHAPTER I. MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES. </h2>
<p>IN the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University
of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for
surgeons in the army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly
attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon. The
regiment was stationed in India at the time, and before I could join it,
the second Afghan war had broken out. On landing at Bombay, I learned that
my corps had advanced through the passes, and was already deep in the
enemy's country. I followed, however, with many other officers who were in
the same situation as myself, and succeeded in reaching Candahar in
safety, where I found my regiment, and at once entered upon my new duties.</p>
<p>The campaign brought honours and promotion to many, but for me it had
nothing but misfortune and disaster. I was removed from my brigade and
attached to the Berkshires, with whom I served at the fatal battle of
Maiwand. There I was struck on the shoulder by a Jezail bullet, which
shattered the bone and grazed the subclavian artery. I should have fallen
into the hands of the murderous Ghazis had it not been for the devotion
and courage shown by Murray, my orderly, who threw me across a pack-horse,
and succeeded in bringing me safely to the British lines.</p>
<p>Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged hardships which I had
undergone, I was removed, with a great train of wounded sufferers, to the
base hospital at Peshawar. Here I rallied, and had already improved so far
as to be able to walk about the wards, and even to bask a little upon the
verandah, when I was struck down by enteric fever, that curse of our
Indian possessions. For months my life was despaired of, and when at last
I came to myself and became convalescent, I was so weak and emaciated that
a medical board determined that not a day should be lost in sending me
back to England. I was dispatched, accordingly, in the troopship
"Orontes," and landed a month later on Portsmouth jetty, with my health
irretrievably ruined, but with permission from a paternal government to
spend the next nine months in attempting to improve it.</p>
<p>I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore as free as air—or
as free as an income of eleven shillings and sixpence a day will permit a
man to be. Under such circumstances, I naturally gravitated to London,
that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire
are irresistibly drained. There I stayed for some time at a private hotel
in the Strand, leading a comfortless, meaningless existence, and spending
such money as I had, considerably more freely than I ought. So alarming
did the state of my finances become, that I soon realized that I must
either leave the metropolis and rusticate somewhere in the country, or
that I must make a complete alteration in my style of living. Choosing the
latter alternative, I began by making up my mind to leave the hotel, and
to take up my quarters in some less pretentious and less expensive
domicile.</p>
<p>On the very day that I had come to this conclusion, I was standing at the
Criterion Bar, when some one tapped me on the shoulder, and turning round
I recognized young Stamford, who had been a dresser under me at Barts. The
sight of a friendly face in the great wilderness of London is a pleasant
thing indeed to a lonely man. In old days Stamford had never been a
particular crony of mine, but now I hailed him with enthusiasm, and he, in
his turn, appeared to be delighted to see me. In the exuberance of my joy,
I asked him to lunch with me at the Holborn, and we started off together
in a hansom.</p>
<p>"Whatever have you been doing with yourself, Watson?" he asked in
undisguised wonder, as we rattled through the crowded London streets. "You
are as thin as a lath and as brown as a nut."</p>
<p>I gave him a short sketch of my adventures, and had hardly concluded it by
the time that we reached our destination.</p>
<p>"Poor devil!" he said, commiseratingly, after he had listened to my
misfortunes. "What are you up to now?"</p>
<p>"Looking for lodgings." <SPAN href="#linknote-3" name="linknoteref-3" id="linknoteref-3"><small>3</small></SPAN> I answered. "Trying to solve the
problem as to whether it is possible to get comfortable rooms at a
reasonable price."</p>
<p>"That's a strange thing," remarked my companion; "you are the second man
to-day that has used that expression to me."</p>
<p>"And who was the first?" I asked.</p>
<p>"A fellow who is working at the chemical laboratory up at the hospital. He
was bemoaning himself this morning because he could not get someone to go
halves with him in some nice rooms which he had found, and which were too
much for his purse."</p>
<p>"By Jove!" I cried, "if he really wants someone to share the rooms and the
expense, I am the very man for him. I should prefer having a partner to
being alone."</p>
<p>Young Stamford looked rather strangely at me over his wine-glass. "You
don't know Sherlock Holmes yet," he said; "perhaps you would not care for
him as a constant companion."</p>
<p>"Why, what is there against him?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I didn't say there was anything against him. He is a little queer in
his ideas—an enthusiast in some branches of science. As far as I
know he is a decent fellow enough."</p>
<p>"A medical student, I suppose?" said I.</p>
<p>"No—I have no idea what he intends to go in for. I believe he is
well up in anatomy, and he is a first-class chemist; but, as far as I
know, he has never taken out any systematic medical classes. His studies
are very desultory and eccentric, but he has amassed a lot of out-of-the
way knowledge which would astonish his professors."</p>
<p>"Did you never ask him what he was going in for?" I asked.</p>
<p>"No; he is not a man that it is easy to draw out, though he can be
communicative enough when the fancy seizes him."</p>
<p>"I should like to meet him," I said. "If I am to lodge with anyone, I
should prefer a man of studious and quiet habits. I am not strong enough
yet to stand much noise or excitement. I had enough of both in Afghanistan
to last me for the remainder of my natural existence. How could I meet
this friend of yours?"</p>
<p>"He is sure to be at the laboratory," returned my companion. "He either
avoids the place for weeks, or else he works there from morning to night.
If you like, we shall drive round together after luncheon."</p>
<p>"Certainly," I answered, and the conversation drifted away into other
channels.</p>
<p>As we made our way to the hospital after leaving the Holborn, Stamford
gave me a few more particulars about the gentleman whom I proposed to take
as a fellow-lodger.</p>
<p>"You mustn't blame me if you don't get on with him," he said; "I know
nothing more of him than I have learned from meeting him occasionally in
the laboratory. You proposed this arrangement, so you must not hold me
responsible."</p>
<p>"If we don't get on it will be easy to part company," I answered. "It
seems to me, Stamford," I added, looking hard at my companion, "that you
have some reason for washing your hands of the matter. Is this fellow's
temper so formidable, or what is it? Don't be mealy-mouthed about it."</p>
<p>"It is not easy to express the inexpressible," he answered with a laugh.
"Holmes is a little too scientific for my tastes—it approaches to
cold-bloodedness. I could imagine his giving a friend a little pinch of
the latest vegetable alkaloid, not out of malevolence, you understand, but
simply out of a spirit of inquiry in order to have an accurate idea of the
effects. To do him justice, I think that he would take it himself with the
same readiness. He appears to have a passion for definite and exact
knowledge."</p>
<p>"Very right too."</p>
<p>"Yes, but it may be pushed to excess. When it comes to beating the
subjects in the dissecting-rooms with a stick, it is certainly taking
rather a bizarre shape."</p>
<p>"Beating the subjects!"</p>
<p>"Yes, to verify how far bruises may be produced after death. I saw him at
it with my own eyes."</p>
<p>"And yet you say he is not a medical student?"</p>
<p>"No. Heaven knows what the objects of his studies are. But here we are,
and you must form your own impressions about him." As he spoke, we turned
down a narrow lane and passed through a small side-door, which opened into
a wing of the great hospital. It was familiar ground to me, and I needed
no guiding as we ascended the bleak stone staircase and made our way down
the long corridor with its vista of whitewashed wall and dun-coloured
doors. Near the further end a low arched passage branched away from it and
led to the chemical laboratory.</p>
<p>This was a lofty chamber, lined and littered with countless bottles.
Broad, low tables were scattered about, which bristled with retorts,
test-tubes, and little Bunsen lamps, with their blue flickering flames.
There was only one student in the room, who was bending over a distant
table absorbed in his work. At the sound of our steps he glanced round and
sprang to his feet with a cry of pleasure. "I've found it! I've found it,"
he shouted to my companion, running towards us with a test-tube in his
hand. "I have found a re-agent which is precipitated by hoemoglobin, <SPAN href="#linknote-4" name="linknoteref-4" id="linknoteref-4"><small>4</small></SPAN>
and by nothing else." Had he discovered a gold mine, greater delight could
not have shone upon his features.</p>
<p>"Dr. Watson, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said Stamford, introducing us.</p>
<p>"How are you?" he said cordially, gripping my hand with a strength for
which I should hardly have given him credit. "You have been in
Afghanistan, I perceive."</p>
<p>"How on earth did you know that?" I asked in astonishment.</p>
<p>"Never mind," said he, chuckling to himself. "The question now is about
hoemoglobin. No doubt you see the significance of this discovery of mine?"</p>
<p>"It is interesting, chemically, no doubt," I answered, "but practically——"</p>
<p>"Why, man, it is the most practical medico-legal discovery for years.
Don't you see that it gives us an infallible test for blood stains. Come
over here now!" He seized me by the coat-sleeve in his eagerness, and drew
me over to the table at which he had been working. "Let us have some fresh
blood," he said, digging a long bodkin into his finger, and drawing off
the resulting drop of blood in a chemical pipette. "Now, I add this small
quantity of blood to a litre of water. You perceive that the resulting
mixture has the appearance of pure water. The proportion of blood cannot
be more than one in a million. I have no doubt, however, that we shall be
able to obtain the characteristic reaction." As he spoke, he threw into
the vessel a few white crystals, and then added some drops of a
transparent fluid. In an instant the contents assumed a dull mahogany
colour, and a brownish dust was precipitated to the bottom of the glass
jar.</p>
<p>"Ha! ha!" he cried, clapping his hands, and looking as delighted as a
child with a new toy. "What do you think of that?"</p>
<p>"It seems to be a very delicate test," I remarked.</p>
<p>"Beautiful! beautiful! The old Guiacum test was very clumsy and uncertain.
So is the microscopic examination for blood corpuscles. The latter is
valueless if the stains are a few hours old. Now, this appears to act as
well whether the blood is old or new. Had this test been invented, there
are hundreds of men now walking the earth who would long ago have paid the
penalty of their crimes."</p>
<p>"Indeed!" I murmured.</p>
<p>"Criminal cases are continually hinging upon that one point. A man is
suspected of a crime months perhaps after it has been committed. His linen
or clothes are examined, and brownish stains discovered upon them. Are
they blood stains, or mud stains, or rust stains, or fruit stains, or what
are they? That is a question which has puzzled many an expert, and why?
Because there was no reliable test. Now we have the Sherlock Holmes' test,
and there will no longer be any difficulty."</p>
<p>His eyes fairly glittered as he spoke, and he put his hand over his heart
and bowed as if to some applauding crowd conjured up by his imagination.</p>
<p>"You are to be congratulated," I remarked, considerably surprised at his
enthusiasm.</p>
<p>"There was the case of Von Bischoff at Frankfort last year. He would
certainly have been hung had this test been in existence. Then there was
Mason of Bradford, and the notorious Muller, and Lefevre of Montpellier,
and Samson of new Orleans. I could name a score of cases in which it would
have been decisive."</p>
<p>"You seem to be a walking calendar of crime," said Stamford with a laugh.
"You might start a paper on those lines. Call it the 'Police News of the
Past.'"</p>
<p>"Very interesting reading it might be made, too," remarked Sherlock
Holmes, sticking a small piece of plaster over the prick on his finger. "I
have to be careful," he continued, turning to me with a smile, "for I
dabble with poisons a good deal." He held out his hand as he spoke, and I
noticed that it was all mottled over with similar pieces of plaster, and
discoloured with strong acids.</p>
<p>"We came here on business," said Stamford, sitting down on a high
three-legged stool, and pushing another one in my direction with his foot.
"My friend here wants to take diggings, and as you were complaining that
you could get no one to go halves with you, I thought that I had better
bring you together."</p>
<p>Sherlock Holmes seemed delighted at the idea of sharing his rooms with me.
"I have my eye on a suite in Baker Street," he said, "which would suit us
down to the ground. You don't mind the smell of strong tobacco, I hope?"</p>
<p>"I always smoke 'ship's' myself," I answered.</p>
<p>"That's good enough. I generally have chemicals about, and occasionally do
experiments. Would that annoy you?"</p>
<p>"By no means."</p>
<p>"Let me see—what are my other shortcomings. I get in the dumps at
times, and don't open my mouth for days on end. You must not think I am
sulky when I do that. Just let me alone, and I'll soon be right. What have
you to confess now? It's just as well for two fellows to know the worst of
one another before they begin to live together."</p>
<p>I laughed at this cross-examination. "I keep a bull pup," I said, "and I
object to rows because my nerves are shaken, and I get up at all sorts of
ungodly hours, and I am extremely lazy. I have another set of vices when
I'm well, but those are the principal ones at present."</p>
<p>"Do you include violin-playing in your category of rows?" he asked,
anxiously.</p>
<p>"It depends on the player," I answered. "A well-played violin is a treat
for the gods—a badly-played one——"</p>
<p>"Oh, that's all right," he cried, with a merry laugh. "I think we may
consider the thing as settled—that is, if the rooms are agreeable to
you."</p>
<p>"When shall we see them?"</p>
<p>"Call for me here at noon to-morrow, and we'll go together and settle
everything," he answered.</p>
<p>"All right—noon exactly," said I, shaking his hand.</p>
<p>We left him working among his chemicals, and we walked together towards my
hotel.</p>
<p>"By the way," I asked suddenly, stopping and turning upon Stamford, "how
the deuce did he know that I had come from Afghanistan?"</p>
<p>My companion smiled an enigmatical smile. "That's just his little
peculiarity," he said. "A good many people have wanted to know how he
finds things out."</p>
<p>"Oh! a mystery is it?" I cried, rubbing my hands. "This is very piquant. I
am much obliged to you for bringing us together. 'The proper study of
mankind is man,' you know."</p>
<p>"You must study him, then," Stamford said, as he bade me good-bye. "You'll
find him a knotty problem, though. I'll wager he learns more about you
than you about him. Good-bye."</p>
<p>"Good-bye," I answered, and strolled on to my hotel, considerably
interested in my new acquaintance.</p>
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