“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...
