the adventure of the dying detective(垂死侦探历险记)






                    The Adventure of the Dying Detective 



The Adventure of the 

       Dying Detective 



              By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 



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     Mrs。 Hudson; the landlady of Sherlock Holmes; was a long… suffering 

woman。       Not only was her first…floor flat invaded at all hours by throngs 

of   singular   and   often   undesirable   characters   but   her   remarkable   lodger 

showed an eccentricity and irregularity in his life which must have sorely 

tried   her   patience。   His   incredible   untidiness;   his   addiction   to   music   at 

strange hours; his occasional revolver practice within doors; his weird and 

often malodorous scientific experiments; and the atmosphere of violence 

and   danger   which   hung   around   him   made   him   the   very   worst   tenant   in 

London。       On the other hand; his payments were princely。 I have no doubt 

that the house might have been purchased at the price which Holmes paid 

for his rooms during the years that I was with him。 

     The   landlady   stood   in   the   deepest   awe   of   him   and   never   dared   to 

interfere with him; however outrageous his proceedings might seem。                       She 

was fond of him; too; for he had a remarkable gentleness and courtesy in 

his dealings with women。           He disliked and distrusted the sex; but he was 

always a chivalrous opponent。 Knowing how genuine was her regard for 

him; I listened earnestly to her story when she came to my rooms in the 

second year of my married life and told me of the sad condition to which 

my poor friend was reduced。 

     〃He’s   dying;   Dr。   Watson;〃   said      she。   〃For   three   days   he   has   been 

sinking; and I doubt if he will last the day。              He would not let me get   a 

doctor。     This morning when I saw his bones sticking out of his face and 

his   great   bright   eyes   looking   at   me   I   could   stand   no   more   of   it。 ’With 

your   leave   or   without   it;  Mr。   Holmes;   I   am  going   for   a   doctor   this   very 

hour;’ said I。     ’Let it be Watson; then;’ said he。         I wouldn’t waste an hour 

in ing to him; sir; or you may not see him alive。〃 

     I was horrified for I had heard nothing of his illness。                I need not say 

that I rushed for my coat and my hat。              As we drove back I asked for the 

details。 

     〃There   is   little   I   can   tell   you;   sir。 He   has   been   working   at   a   case 

down   at   Rotherhithe;   in   an   alley   near  the   river;   and   he   has   brought   this 

illness back with him。         He took to his bed on Wednesday afternoon and 

has never moved since。           For these three days neither food nor drink has 



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passed his lips。〃 

     〃Good God!        Why did you not call in a doctor?〃 

     〃He wouldn’t have it; sir。         You know how masterful he is。              I didn’t 

dare to disobey  him。        But he’s not long for this world; as   you’ll see   for 

yourself the moment that you set eyes on him。〃 

     He   was   indeed   a   deplorable   spectacle。     In   the   dim   light   of   a   foggy 

November   day  the   sick   room  was   a   gloomy  spot;   but   it   was   that   gaunt; 

wasted   face   staring   at   me   from   the   bed   which   sent   a   chill   to   my   heart。 

His eyes had the brightness of fever; there was a hectic flush upon either 

cheek; and dark crusts clung to his lips; the thin hands upon the coverlet 

twitched     incessantly;    his  voice   was    croaking    and   spasmodic。      He    lay 

listlessly  as   I   entered   the   room;   but   the   sight   of   me   brought   a   gleam   of 

recognition to his eyes。 

     〃Well; Watson; we seem to have fallen upon evil days;〃 said he in a 

feeble voice; but with something of his old carelessness of manner。 

     〃My dear fellow!〃 I cried; approaching him。 

     〃Stand back!       Stand right back!〃 said he with the sharp imperiousness 

which I had associated only with moments of crisis。 〃If you approach me; 

Watson; I shall order you out of the house。〃 

     〃But why?〃 

     〃Because it is my desire。        Is that not enough?〃 

     Yes; Mrs。 Hudson was right。            He was more masterful than ever。              It 

was pitiful; however; to see his exhaustion。 

     〃I only wished to help;〃 I explained。 

     〃Exactly!     You will help best by doing what you are told。〃 

     〃Certainly; Holmes。〃 

     He relaxed the austerity of his manner。 

     〃You are not angry?〃 he asked; gasping for breath。 

     Poor devil; how could I be angry when I saw him lying in such a plight 

before me? 

     〃It’s for your own sake; Watson;〃 he croaked。 

     〃For MY sake?〃 

     〃I   know   what   is   the   matter   with   me。   It   is   a   coolie   disease   from 

Sumatraa  thing   that   the  Dutch   know   more  about   than   we;  though  they 



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have     made    little  of  it  up  to  date。    One    thing    only   is  certain。   It   is 

infallibly deadly; and it is horribly contagious。〃 

     He   spoke   now   with   a   feverish   energy;   the   long   hands   twitching   and 

jerking as he motioned me away。 

     〃Contagious        by   touch;    Watsonthat’s      it;  by   touch。     Keep     your 

distance and all is well。〃 

     〃Good heavens; Holmes!             Do you suppose that such a consideration 

weighs   with   me   of   an   instant?    It   would   not   affect   me   in   the   case   of   a 

stranger。     Do you imagine it would prevent me from doing my duty to so 

old a friend?〃 

     Again I advanced; but he repulsed me with a look of furious anger。 

     〃If you will stand there I will talk。          If you do not you must leave the 

room。〃 

     I have so deep a respect for the extraordinary qualities of Holmes that I 

have   always   deferred   to   his   wishes;   even   when   I least understood   them。 

But   now   all   my   professional   instincts   were   aroused。        Let   him   be   my 

master elsewhere; I at least was his in a sick room。 

     〃Holmes;〃 said I; 〃you are   not yourself。             A sick   man is but a   child; 

and so I will treat you。         Whether you like it or not; I will examine your 

symptoms and treat you for them。〃 

     He looked at me with venomous eyes。 

     〃If I   am  to   have   a   doctor   whether   I   will   or not;  let   me   at   least have 

someone in whom I have confidence;〃 said he。 

     〃Then you have none in me?〃 

     〃In your friendship; certainly。          But facts are facts; Watson; and; after 

all; you are only a general practitioner with very limited experience   and 

mediocre qualifications。          It is painful to have to say these things; but you 

leave me no choice。〃 

     I was bitterly hurt。 

     〃Such     a  remark     is  unworthy     of  you;   Holmes。      It   shows    me   very 

clearly the state of your own nerves。              But if you have no confidence in 

me   I   would   not   intrude   my  services。     Let   me   bring   Sir   Jasper   Meek   or 

Penrose   Fisher;   or   any   of   the   best   men   in   London。    But   someone   you 

MUST have; and that is final。            If you think that I am going to stand here 



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and see you die without either helping you myself or bringing anyone else 

to help you; then you have mistaken your man。〃 

     〃You mean well; Watson;〃 said the sick man with something between a 

sob and a groan。       〃Shall I demonstrate your own ignorance? What do you 

know; pray; of Tapanuli fever?          What do you know of the black Formosa 

corruption?〃 

     〃I have never heard of either。〃 

     〃There     are  many     problems     of  disease;   many    strange    pathological 

possibilities;   in   the   East;   Watson。〃   He   paused   after   each   sentence     to 

collect his failing strength。       〃I have learned so much during some recent 

researches which have a medico…criminal aspect。                It was in the course of 

them that I contracted this plaint。          You can do nothing。〃 

     〃Possibly  not。     But   I   happen   to   know  that   Dr。 Ainstree;  the   greatest 

living     authority    upon    tropical    disease;    is  now     in   London。       All 

remonstrance is useless; Holmes; I am going this instant to fetch him。〃                   I 

turned resolu