the watsonian canon

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[watsoniancanon]

The man who entered was young, some two-and-twenty at the outside, well-groomed and trimly clad, with something of refinement and delicacy in his bearing. The streaming umbrella which he held in his hand, and his long shining waterproof told of the fierce weather through which he had come. He looked about him anxiously in the glare of the lamp, and I could see that his face was pale and his eyes heavy, like those of a man who is weighed down with some great anxiety. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

Sherlock Holmes was wrong in his conjecture, however, for there came a step in the passage and a tapping at the door. He stretched out his long arm to turn the lamp away from himself and towards the vacant chair upon which a newcomer must sit.

“Come in!” said he. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

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“If so, it is a serious case. Nothing less would bring a man out on such a day and at such an hour. But I take it that it is more likely to be some crony of the landlady's.” — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

“I do not encourage visitors.”

“A client, then?” — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

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“Why,” said I, glancing up at my companion, “that was surely the bell. Who could come to-night? Some friend of yours, perhaps?”

“Except yourself I have none,” he answered. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

My wife was on a visit to her mother's, and for a few days I was a dweller once more in my old quarters at Baker Street. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

Sherlock Holmes sat moodily at one side of the fireplace cross-indexing his records of crime, while I at the other was deep in one of Clark Russell's fine sea-stories until the howl of the gale from without seemed to blend with the text, and the splash of the rain to lengthen out into the long swash of the sea waves. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

As evening drew in, the storm grew higher and louder, and the wind cried and sobbed like a child in the chimney. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, like untamed beasts in a cage. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

It was in the latter days of September, and the equinoctial gales had set in with exceptional violence. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

All these I may sketch out at some future date, but none of them present such singular features as the strange train of circumstances which I have now taken up my pen to describe. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

In the latter, as may be remembered, Sherlock Holmes was able, by winding up the dead man's watch, to prove that it had been wound up two hours before, and that therefore the deceased had gone to bed within that time—a deduction which was of the greatest importance in clearing up the case. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

Among my headings under this one twelve months I find an account of the adventure of the Paradol Chamber, of the Amateur Mendicant Society, who held a luxurious club in the lower vault of a furniture warehouse, of the facts connected with the loss of the British barque “Sophy Anderson”, of the singular adventures of the Grice Patersons in the island of Uffa, and finally of the Camberwell poisoning case. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

The year '87 furnished us with a long series of cases of greater or less interest, of which I retain the records. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

There is, however, one of these last which was so remarkable in its details and so startling in its results that I am tempted to give some account of it in spite of the fact that there are points in connection with it which never have been, and probably never will be, entirely cleared up. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

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Some, too, have baffled his analytical skill, and would be, as narratives, beginnings without an ending, while others have been but partially cleared up, and have their explanations founded rather upon conjecture and surmise than on that absolute logical proof which was so dear to him. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’

[watsoniancanon]

Some, however, have already gained publicity through the papers, and others have not offered a field for those peculiar qualities which my friend possessed in so high a degree, and which it is the object of these papers to illustrate. — ‘The Five Orange Pips’