1 A Visitor for Sherlock Holmes
My name is Doctor Watson. While I was in the army, I travelled to many strange and interesting places. Then one day, in Afghanistan, I was shot in the shoulder. I nearly died from pain and fever. I retired from the army and came back to England. That is why I was living in London with Sherlock Holmes. I had known my friend for many years. He was the most famous private detective in London.
One afternoon, I was reading a book and Holmes was standing by the window in our sitting-room. Usually he was very busy and active. But this afternoon he did not seem very happy.
I need some work, Watson,’ said Holmes impatiently. I love my work. It keeps my brain active. But when there are no crimes and no mysteries to solve - ah, then life becomes very boring for me.'
At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Our housekeeper came into the room.
She was carrying a small white card on a silver tray. Holmes picked up the card.
‘Miss Mary Morstan,’ he read aloud. I don’t know anyone of that name. Perhaps it is a new client.’
A few moments later, Miss Morstan entered the room. She was young and not very tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes.
She had a lovely face. I noticed at once that she looked worried and unhappy.
‘Please sit down, Miss Morstan,’ said Holmes kindly. I am Sherlock Holmes and this is my good friend, Doctor Watson.’
‘I’m very pleased to meet you both,’ said the young lady. ‘Something very strange has happened. Mr Holmes, I need your help!’