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The chemical adventures of Sherlock Holmes: A Christmas story.
| Content Provider | Semantic Scholar |
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| Author | Waddell, Thomas G. Rybolt, Thomas R. |
| Copyright Year | 1991 |
| Abstract | I rememberfondly nlcepinfilnteon that Christmas mominn near the turn of the century. Fresh snow had fallen the night before and Holmes and I had stayed up past midnight by the fire, smoking our briars, and recalling the many adventures and dilemmas which other Decembers had brought our way. Overcome by a sense of peace and wellbeing, I slept long and awoke to the sound of carriages muffled by the deep snow and a few cheerful voices ofpeople hurrying along Baker Street beneath my window. The air was cold and the sky was a tone of clear blue seldom seen in the Great Citv. 1 ~u l l ed mv dressinz gown around me. " . . . ., selected a favorite pipe, and went out to the living quarters of 221B to share Christmas with mv friend and colleaeue Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Holmes was in his chair by the crackling fire, humming some tune that sounded operatic, and concentrating the rest of his energy on repairing the fmish on his precious violin. For several weeks he had beeuso engaged, wmplaining of difficulties he had enwuntered in producing a certain quality color-tone in the varnish, and ignoring my urgings and pleas to attend the new play that had opened at Covent Garden. "Holmes!" I cried. "What a morning!" But I could tell that progress on his violin had stalled and, since no new case occupied his thoughts, he was in one of his sullen moods, totally unacceptable in my mind, even for Holmes, on a morning like this. Holmes did not speak to me, and, when Mrs. Hudson knocked on our door and entered carrying a gift, wrapped smartly in bright red paper, Holmes raised only an eyebrow. "A gift for you, Watson, from an admirer no doubt", he said. "No, Mr. Holmes", Mrs. Hudson shook her head. "It's for you! I found it on the step this morning, 'Mr. Sherlock Holmes, Merry Christmas'the tag says." Holmes put the violin down and took the package fmm the outstretched arms of our fsithful landlady. Since I had been associated with him, only on the most rare occasions had Holmes ever received a gift of any kind, and indeed, he reacted with concern and a grim look of suspicion. He set the red package before him on the floor, glanced a t the tag, and with utmost care untied the ribbon and slipped off the wrapping paper. All this was done without agitating the giR, as it sat before us now in a plain brown box the size of an ale mug. |
| Starting Page | 1023 |
| Ending Page | 1023 |
| Page Count | 1 |
| File Format | PDF HTM / HTML |
| DOI | 10.1021/ed068p1023 |
| Volume Number | 68 |
| Alternate Webpage(s) | https://extensionquimica.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/sherlock.pdf |
| Alternate Webpage(s) | https://doi.org/10.1021/ed068p1023 |
| Language | English |
| Access Restriction | Open |
| Content Type | Text |
| Resource Type | Article |
