I have never known my friend to be in better form, both mental and physical, than in the year ’95. His increasing fame had brought with it an immense practice, and I should be guilty of an indiscretion if I were even to hint at the identity of some of the illustrious clients who crossed our humble threshold in Baker Street. Holmes, however, like all great artists, lived for his art’s sake, and, save in the case of the Duke of Holdernesse, I have seldom known him claim any large reward for his inestimable services. So unworldly was he-or so capricious-that he frequently refused his help to the powerful and wealthy where the problem made no appeal to his sympathies, while he would devote weeks of most intense application to the affairs of some humble client whose case presented those strange and dramatic qualities which appealed to his imagination and challenged his ingenuity.
To be fully honest here this story was a little bit weak but let me explain why I say so.
The plot here was a little bit off and weak in my opinion. It for sure wasn’t one of the best Sherlock Holmes stories but it still bring joy and entertaining while reading it. But after reading it and thinking about this story I gotta say that it could have been better than it actually was.
The characters here are okay but when it comes to Sherlock Holmes and doctor Watson they are an amazing due and I loved they both because they have something in them which makes us relate to them.
The writing style here was okay but I think that sir Arthur Conan Doyle could have done better in this book.
I Give This Book 2 / 5