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福尔摩斯探案短篇集
匪夷所思 扑朔迷离
经典名作,长销不衰,受众极广
纯英文版,吸引英文爱好者
BBC剧集《神探夏洛克》再次掀起福尔摩斯热潮
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本书是福尔摩斯系列的首本短篇小说集,最初于1891年7月至1892年6月间于Strand Magazine上连载,其后于1892年由George Newnes结集成书。共收录《波西米亚丑闻》《红发会》等12个短篇。
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阿瑟·柯南·道尔(1859—1930),英国小说家,因成功塑造侦探人物夏洛克·福尔摩斯而成为侦探小说历史上重要作家之一。生于苏格兰爱丁堡,中文完整译音是柯南·德伊鲁,简化为柯南·道尔。代表作有《福尔摩斯探案集》(《血字的研究》、《四签名》、《巴斯克维尔的猎犬》等)。除此之外他还曾写过《失落的世界》等多部其他类型的小说,其作品涉及科幻、悬疑、 历史小说、爱情小说、戏剧、诗歌等。
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CONTENTS
A Scandal in Bohemia
The Red-headed League
A Case of Identity
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
The Five Orange Pips
The Man with the Twisted Lip
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
The Adventure of the Speckled Band
The Adventure of the Engineer’s Thumb
The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
The Adventure of the Copper Beeches
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A Scandal in Bohemia
I
To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer— excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us away from each other. My own complete happiness, and the homecentred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature. He was still, as ever, deeply attracted by the study of crime, and occupied his immense faculties and extraordinary powers of observation in following out those clues, and clearing up those mysteries which had been abandoned as hopeless by the official police. From time to time I heard some vague account of his doings: of his summons to Odessa in the case of the Trepoff murder, of his clearing up of the singular tragedy of the Atkinson brothers at Trincomalee, and finally of the mission which he had accomplished so delicately and successfully for the reigning family of Holland. Beyond these signs of his activity, however, which I merely shared with all the readers of the daily press, I knew little of my former friend and companion.
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