作者：（英国）柯南·道尔（Arthur Conan Doyle）
A Study in Scarlet
Chapter 1 Mr. Sherlock Holmes
Chapter 2 The Science of Deduction
Chapter 3 The Lauriston Garden Mystery
Chapter 4 What John Rance Had to Tell
Chapter 5 Our Advertisement Brings a Visitor
Chapter 6 Tobias Gregson Shows What He Can Do
Chapter 7 Light in the Darkness
Chapter 1 On the Great Alkali Plain
Chapter 2 The Flower of Utah
Chapter 3 John Ferrier Talks with the Prophet
Chapter 4 A Flight for Life
Chapter 5 The Avenging Angels
Chapter 6 A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D.
Chapter 7 The Conclusion
The Sign of Four
Chapter 1 The Science of Deduction
Chapter 2 The Statement of the Case
Chapter 3 In Quest of a Solution
Chapter 4 The Story of the Bald-Headed Man
Chapter 5 The Tragedy of Pondicherry Lodge
Chapter 6 Sherlock Holmes Gives a Demonstration
Chapter 7 The Episode of the Barrel
Chapter 8 The Baker Street Irregulars
Chapter 9 A Break in the Chain
Chapter 10 The End of the Islander
Chapter 11 The Great Agra Treasure
Chapter 12 The Strange Story of Jonathan Small
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes
The Return of Sherlock Holmes
"No, nor drink. And Mr. Bender, he was the fust to go, and then Indian Pete, and thenMrs. McGregor, and then Johnny Hones, and then, dearie, your mothe .
"Then mother's a deader too," cried the little girl, dropping her face in her pinafore andsobbing bitterly.
"Yes, they all went except you and me. Then I thought there was some chance of waterin this direction, so I heaved you over my shoulder and we tramped it together. It don'tseem as though we've improved matters. There's an almighty small chance for us now!"
"Do you mean that we are going to die to?" asked the child, checking her sobs, andraising her tear-stained face.
"I guess that's about the size of it."
"Why didn't you say so before?" she said, laughing gleefully. "You gave me such a fright.Why, of course, now as long as we die we'll be with mother again."
Yes, you will, dearie.
"And you too. I'll tell her how awful good you've been. I'll bet she meets us at the door ofheaven with a big pitcher of water, and a lot of buckwheat cakes, hot and toasted on bothsides, like Bob and me was fond of. How long will it be first?"
"I don't know--not very long." The man's eyes were fLxed upon the northern horizon. Inthe blue vault of the heaven there had appeared three little specks which increased in sizeevery moment, so rapidly did they approach. They speedily resolved themselves into threelarge brown birds, which circled over the heads of the two wanderers, and then settled uponsome rocks which overlooked them. They were buzzards, the vultures of the West, whosecoming is the forerunner of death.
"Cocks and hens," cried the little girl gleefully, pointing at their ill-omened forms, andclapping her hands to make them rise. "Say, did God make this country?"
"Of course He did," said her companion, rather startled by this unexpected question.
"He made the country down in Illinois, and He made the Missouri," the little girlcontinued. "I guess somebody else made the country in these parts. It's not nearly so welldone. They forgot the water and the trees."
"What would ye think of offering up prayer?" the man asked diffidently.
"It ain't night yet," she answered.
"It don't matter. It ain't quite regular, but He won't mind that, you bet. You say overthem ones that you used to say every night in the wagon when we was on the plains."
"Why don't you say some yourself?." the child asked, with wondering eyes.
"I disremember them," he answered. "I hain't said none since I was half the height o'that gun. I guess it's never too late. You say them out, and I'll stand by and come in on thechoruses."