The Adventure of the Cardboard Box: "Any truth is better than indefinite doubt."

By Arthur Conan Doyle

If ever a writer needed an introduction Arthur Conan Doyle would not be considered that man. After all, Sherlock Holmes is perhaps the foremost literary detective of any age. Add to this canon his stories of science fiction and his poems, his historical novels, his plays, his political campaigning, his efforts in establishing a Court of Appeal and there is little room for anything else. Except he was also an exceptional writer of short stories of the horrific and macabre. Something very different from what you might expect. Born in Arthur Conan Doyle was born on 22 May 1859 at 11 Picardy Place, Edinburgh, Scotland. From 1876 - 1881 he studied medicine at the University of Edinburgh following which he was employed as a doctor on the Greenland whaler Hope of Peterhead in 1880 and, after his graduation, as a ship's surgeon on the SS Mayumba during a voyage to the West African coast in 1881. Arriving in Portsmouth in June of that year with less than £10 (£700 today) to his name, he set up a medical practice at 1 Bush Villas in Elm Grove, Southsea. The practice was initially not very successful. While waiting for patients, Conan Doyle again began writing stories and composed his first novel The Mystery of Cloomber. Although he continued to study and practice medicine his career was now firmly set as a writer. And thereafter great works continued to pour out of him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Miniature Masterpieces
• Release date: Nov 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781787375017

Arthur Conan Doyle

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (Edimburgo, 1859- Crowborough, 1930) fue médico, novelista y un destacado miembro de los círculos espiritistas ingleses. Su primera obra sobre Sherlock Holmes fue Estudio en escarlata (1887) y, aparte de la famosa serie detectivesca, escribió novelas históricas e incluso teatro.

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The Adventure of the Cardboard Box by Arthur Conan Doyle

If ever a writer needed an introduction Arthur Conan Doyle would not be considered that man. After all, Sherlock Holmes is perhaps the foremost literary detective of any age. Add to this canon his stories of science fiction and his poems, his historical novels, his plays, his political campaigning, his efforts in establishing a Court Of Appeal and there is little room for anything else. Except he was also an exceptional writer of short stories of the horrific and macabre. Something very different from what you might expect.

Born in Arthur Conan Doyle was born on 22 May 1859 at 11 Picardy Place, Edinburgh, Scotland. From 1876 - 1881 he studied medicine at the University of Edinburgh following which he was employed as a doctor on the Greenland whaler Hope of Peterhead in 1880 and, after his graduation, as a ship's surgeon on the SS Mayumba during a voyage to the West African coast in 1881.  Arriving in Portsmouth in June of that year with less than £10 (£700 today) to his name, he set up a medical practice at 1 Bush Villas in Elm Grove, Southsea. The practice was initially not very successful. While waiting for patients, Conan Doyle again began writing stories and composed his first novel The Mystery of Cloomber. Although he continued to study and practice medicine his career was now firmly set as a writer.  And thereafter great works continued to pour out of him.

Index of Contents

The Adventure of the Cardboard Box

Arthur Conan Doyle – A Short Biography

Arthur Conan Doyle – A Concise Bibliography

THE ADVENTURE OF THE CARDBOARD BOX

In choosing a few typical cases which illustrate the remarkable mental qualities of my friend, Sherlock Holmes, I have endeavoured, as far as possible, to select those which presented the minimum of sensationalism, while offering a fair field for his talents.  It is, however, unfortunately impossible entirely to separate the sensational from the criminal, and a chronicler is left in the dilemma that he must either sacrifice details which are essential to his statement and so give a false impression of the problem, or he must use matter which chance, and not choice, has provided him with.  With this short preface I shall turn to my notes of what proved to be a strange, though a peculiarly terrible, chain of events.

It was a blazing hot day in August.  Baker Street was like an oven, and the glare of the sunlight upon the yellow brickwork of the house across the road was painful to the eye.  It was hard to believe that these were the same walls which loomed so gloomily through the fogs of winter.  Our blinds were half drawn, and Holmes lay curled upon the sofa, reading and re reading a letter which he had received by the morning post.  For myself, my term of service in India had trained me to stand heat better than cold, and a thermometer at ninety was no hardship.  But the morning paper was uninteresting.  Parliament had risen. Everybody was out of town, and I yearned for the glades of the New Forest or the shingle of Southsea.  A depleted bank account had caused me to postpone my holiday, and as to my companion, neither the country nor the sea presented the slightest attraction to him.  He loved to lie in the very center of five millions of people,