Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle

B. 24 (1899)

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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle B. 24 (1899)

The moon was shining, and I could see the great house glimmering white through an archway of trees. I walked up it for a quarter of a mile or so, until I was at the edge of the drive, where it ended in a broad, gravelled space before the main door. There I stood in the shadow and looked at the long building, with a full moon shining in every window and silvering the high, stone front. I crouched there for some time, and I wondered where I should find the easiest entrance. The corner window of the side seemed to be the one which was least overlooked, and a screen of ivy hung heavily over it.
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle B. 24 (1899)

I had not taken five steps out from the window skirting down the shadow of the house in the way that I had come, when I heard a scream that might have raised the parish, and then another and another.
"Murder!" she cried. "Murder! Murder! Help!" and her voice rang out in the quiet of the night-time and sounded over the whole country-side.
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle B. 24 (1899)

But if you fail me, then I give you my solemn promise that I will rope myself up, this day month, to the bar of my window, and from that time on I will come to plague you in your dreams if ever yet one man was able to come back and haunt another.
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