 WAS on a bitterly cold and frosty morning, towards the end of the winter of '97, that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face, and told me at a glance that something was amiss....  Adventures in Paranormal Investigation - Página xde Joe Nickell - 2007 - 292 páginasVista previa restringida - Acerca de este libro
 | Arthur Conan Doyle - 1905 - 400 páginas
...stooping face, and told me at a glance that something was amiss. "Come, Watson, come!" he cried. " The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!" Ten minutes later we were both in a cab, and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing... | |
 | Arthur Conan Doyle - 1905 - 398 páginas
...stooping face, and told me at a glance that something was amiss. " Come, Watson, come ! " he cried. " The game is afoot. Not a word ! Into your clothes and come ! " Ten minutes later we were both in a cab, and rattling through the silent streets on our way to... | |
 | Herbert Greenhough Smith, Sir George Newnes - 1904 - 964 páginas
...stooping face and told me at a glance that something was amiss. " Come, Watson, come ! " he cried. " The game is afoot. Not a word ! Into your clothes and come ! " Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing... | |
 | Arthur Conan Doyle - 1993 - 324 páginas
...stooping face and told me at a glance that something was amiss. " Come, Watson, come I " he cried. " The game is afoot Not a word ! Into your clothes and come 1 " Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing... | |
 | Arthur Conan Doyle - 1996 - 1136 páginas
...stooping face and told me at a glance that something was amiss. " Come, Watson, come ! " he cried. " The game is afoot Not a word ! Into your clothes and come ! " Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing... | |
 | Arthur Conan Doyle - 2005 - 654 páginas
...eager, stooping face and told me at a glance that something was amiss. 'Come, Watson, come!' he cried. 'The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!' Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing... | |
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