The Sing Of The Four Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

“Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the

mantelpiece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco

case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle, and rolled back his left shirt-cuff. For some little  time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and  wrist all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks. Finally he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined arm-chair with a long sigh of satisfaction.”

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s immortal work

The Sign of the Four in its original language...