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《福爾摩斯探案全集》是世界偵探小說經典名著,是廣受讀者喜愛的暢銷書。 懸念迭起 推理精彩 曆經百年 長銷不衰 《福爾摩斯探案全集》是世界上偉大、暢銷的文學作品之一,因其獨具匠心的布局、懸念迭起的情節、精妙獨特的敘事手法和凝練優美的語言,第*次讓偵探小說步入世界文學的高雅殿堂,使偵探小說成為一個獨立的文學類彆而備受世人贊譽。福爾摩斯也堪稱塑造得較為成功的文學形象,作品中他位於英國倫敦貝剋街221號B的住宅,在今天已被建成福爾摩斯博物館,每天從世界各地前往的拜訪者絡繹不絕。 從20世紀30年代起,世界各國相繼齣版《福爾摩斯探案全集》,風靡全球。僅在中國,從20世紀80年代至今,就有30餘傢齣版社翻譯齣版,總印數超過瞭2000萬冊。其中的每一篇小說都布局奇詭,情節跌宕,扣人心弦,文中不斷齣現的各種各樣的問題,強烈地吸引著讀者努力去尋求答案,刺激著讀者的感情,調動著讀者的大腦,讓讀者既感到恐怖刺激,卻又欲罷不能。讀時難以釋捲,讀後印象深刻。這些神奇的破案故事影響瞭一代又一代人,至今仍然膾炙人口,暢銷不衰。 內容簡介
Sherlock HolmesThe Complete Novels and StoriesVolume ISince his first appearance in Beeton’s Christmas Annual in 1887, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes has been one of the most beloved fictional characters ever created. Now, in two paperback volumes, Bantam presents all fifty-six short stories and four novels featuring Conan Doyle’s classic hero--a truly complete collection of Sherlock Holmes’s adventures in crime!Volume I includes the early novel A Study in Scarlet, which introduced the eccentric genius of Sherlock Holmes to the world. This baffling murder mystery, with the cryptic word Rache written in blood, first brought Holmes together with Dr. John Watson. Next, The Sign of Four presents Holmes’s famous “seven percent solution” and the strange puzzle of Mary Morstan in the quintessential locked-room mystery. Also included are Holmes’s feats of extraordinary detection in such famous cases as the chilling “ The Adventure of the Speckled Band,” the baffling riddle of “The Musgrave Ritual,” and the ingeniously plotted “The Five Orange Pips,” tales that bring to life a Victorian England of horse-drawn cabs, fogs, and the famous lodgings at 221B Baker Street, where Sherlock Holmes earned his undisputed reputation as the greatest fictional detective of all time. 作者簡介
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930) was born in Edinburgh and studied medicine at the university there, after an education in Jesuit schools in Lancashire and Austria. He had an active career as a doctor and opthalmologist, including volunteering in Bloemfontein during the Boer War, but also in the public sphere as Deputy-Lieutenant of Surrey, writer of the widely read historical works and political pamphlets, vociferous opponent of miscarriages of justice and twice parliamentary candidate (although he was never elected). Yet it was for his brilliant creation of the first scientific detective, Sherlock Holmes, that he achieved great fame - so great that after he killed Sherlock off to concentrate more on his historical work, he was forced to bring the character back to life in The Hound of the Baskervilles. In later years, the Jesuit-educated Conan Doyle converted to Spiritualism, writing works such as The Coming of the Fairies, and was a friend of the magician Houdini. He died of a heart attack in 1930, at the age of seventy-one.
阿瑟·柯南·道爾,世界著名小說傢,堪稱偵探懸疑小說的鼻祖。因成功的塑造瞭偵探人物――歇洛剋·福爾摩斯(又譯夏洛剋·福爾摩斯)而成為偵探小說曆史上重要的小說傢之一。除此之外他還曾寫過《失落的世界》等多部其他類型的小說,其作品涉及科幻、懸疑、 曆史小說、愛情小說、戲劇、詩歌等。 ... 精彩書摘
Chapter 1
Mr. Sherlock Holmes
In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the Army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as assistant surgeon. The regiment was stationed in India at the time, and before I could join it, the second Afghan war had broken out. On landing at Bombay, I learned that my corps had advanced through the passes, and was already deep in the enemy's country. I followed, however, with many other officers who were in the same situation as myself, and succeeded in reaching Candahar in safety, where I found my regiment, and at once entered upon my new duties.
The campaign brought honours and promotion to many, but for me it had nothing but misfortune and disaster. I was removed from my brigade and attached to the Berkshires, with whom I served at the fatal battle of Maiwand. There I was struck on the shoulder by a Jezail bullet, which shattered the bone and grazed the subclavian artery. I should have fallen into the hands of the murderous Ghazis had it not been for the devotion and courage shown by Murray, my orderly, who threw me across a packhorse, and succeeded in bringing me safely to the British lines.
Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged hardships which I had undergone, I was removed, with a great train of wounded sufferers, to the base hospital at Peshawar. Here I rallied, and had already improved so far as to be able to walk about the wards, and even to bask a little upon the veranda, when I was struck down by enteric fever, that curse of our Indian possessions. For months my life was despaired of, and when at last I came to myself and became convalescent, I was so weak and emaciated that a medical board determined that not a day should be lost in sending me back to England. I was despatched, accordingly, in the troopship Orontes, and landed a month later on Portsmouth jetty, with my health irretrievably ruined, but with permission from a paternal government to spend the next nine months in attempting to improve it.
I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore as free as air--or as free as an income of eleven shillings and sixpence a day will permit a man to be. Under such circumstances I naturally gravitated to London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained. There I stayed for some time at a private hotel in the Strand, leading a comfortless, meaningless existence, and spending such money as I had, considerably more freely than I ought. So alarming did the state of my finances become, that I soon realized that I must either leave the metropolis and rusticate somewhere in the country, or that I must make a complete alteration in my style of living. Choosing the latter alternative, I began by making up my mind to leave the hotel, and take up my quarters in some less pretentious and less expensive domicile.
On the very day that I had come to this conclusion, I was standing at the Criterion Bar, when someone tapped me on the shoulder, and turning round I recognized young Stamford, who had been a dresser under me at Bart's. The sight of a friendly face in the great wilderness of London is a pleasant thing indeed to a lonely man. In old days Stamford had never been a particular crony of mine, but now I hailed him with enthusiasm, and he, in his turn, appeared to be delighted to see me. In the exuberance of my joy, I asked him to lunch with me at the Holborn, and we started off together in a hansom.
"Whatever have you been doing with yourself, Watson?" he asked in undisguised wonder, as we rattled through the crowded London streets. "You are as thin as a lath and as brown as a nut."
I gave him a short sketch of my adventures, and had hardly concluded it by the time that we reached our destination.
"Poor devil!" he said, commiseratingly, after he had listened to my misfortunes. "What are you up to now?"
"Looking for lodgings," I answered. "Trying to solve the problem as to whether it is possible to get comfortable rooms at a reasonable price."
"That's a strange thing," remarked my companion; "you are the second man today that has used that expression to me."
"And who was the first?" I asked.
"A fellow who is working at the chemical laboratory up at the hospital. He was bemoaning himself this morning because he could not get someone to go halves with him in some nice rooms which he had found, and which were too much for his purse."
"By Jove!" I cried; "if he really wants someone to share the rooms and the expense, I am the very man for him. I should prefer having a partner to being alone."
Young Stamford looked rather strangely at me over his wineglass. "You don't know Sherlock Holmes yet," he said; "perhaps you would not care for him as a constant companion."
"Why, what is there against him?"
"Oh, I didn't say there was anything against him. He is a little queer in his ideas--an enthusiast in some branches of science. As far as I know he is a decent fellow enough."
"A medical student, I suppose?" said I.
"No--I have no idea what he intends to go in for. I believe he is well up in anatomy, and he is a first-class chemist; but, as far as I know, he has never taken out any systematic medical classes. His studies are very desultory and eccentric, but he has amassed a lot of out-of-the-way knowledge which would astonish his professors."
"Did you never ask him what he was going in for?" I asked.
"No; he is not a man that it is easy to draw out, though he can be communicative enough when the fancy seizes him."
"I should like to meet him," I said. "If I am to lodge with anyone, I should prefer a man of studious and quiet habits. I am not strong enough yet to stand much noise or excitement. I had enough of both in Afghanistan to last me for the remainder of my natural existence. How could I meet this friend of yours?"
"He is sure to be at the laboratory," returned my companion. "He either avoids the place for weeks, or else he works there from morning till night. If you like, we will drive round together after luncheon."
"Certainly," I answered, and the conversation drifted away into other channels.
As we made our way to the hospital after leaving the Holborn, Stamford gave me a few more particulars about the gentleman whom I proposed to take as a fellow-lodger.
"You mustn't blame me if you don't get on with him," he said; "I know nothing more of him than I have learned from meeting him occasionally in the laboratory. You proposed this arrangement, so you must not hold me responsible."
"If we don't get on it will be easy to part company," I answered. "It seems to me, Stamford," I added, looking hard at my companion, "that you have some reason for washing your hands of the matter. Is this fellow's temper so formidable, or what is it? Don't be mealymouthed about it."
"It is not easy to express the inexpressible," he answered with a laugh. "Holmes is a little too scientific for my tastes--it approaches to cold-bloodedness. I could imagine his giving a friend a little pinch of the latest vegetable alkaloid, not out of malevolence, you understand, but simply out of a spirit of inquiry in order to have an accurate idea of the effects. To do him justice, I think that he would take it himself with the same readiness. He appears to have a passion for definite and exact knowledge."
"Very right too."
"Yes, but it may be pushed to excess. When it comes to beating the subjects in the dissecting-rooms with a stick, it is certainly taking rather a bizarre shape."
"Beating the subjects!"
"Yes, to verify how far bruises may be produced after death. I saw him at it with my own eyes."
"And yet you say he is not a medical student?"
"No. Heaven knows what the objects of his studies are. But here we are, and you must form your own impressions about him." As he spoke, we turned down a narrow lane and passed through a small side door, which opened into a wing of the great hospital. It was familiar ground to me, and I needed no guiding as we ascended the bleak stone staircase and made our way down the long corridor with its vista of whitewashed wall and dun-coloured doors. Near the farther end a low arched passage branched away from it and led to the chemical laboratory.
This was a lofty chamber, lined and littered with countless bottles. Broad, low tables were scattered about, which bristled with retorts, test-tubes, and little Bunsen lamps, with their blue flickering flames. There was only one student in the room, who was bending over a distant table absorbed in his work. At the sound of our steps he glanced round and sprang to his feet with a cry of pleasure. "I've found it! I've found it," he shouted to my companion, running towards us with a test-tube in his hand. "I have found a re-agent which is precipitated by h?moglobin, and by nothing else." Had he discovered a gold mine, greater delight could not have shone upon his features.
"Dr. Watson, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said Stamford, introducing us.
"How are you?" he said cordially, gripping my hand with a strength for which I should hardly have given him credit. "You have been in Afghanistan, I perceive."
"How on earth did you know that?" I asked in astonishment.
"Never mind," said he, chuckling to himself. "The question now is about h?moglobin. No doubt you see the significance of this discovery of mine?"
"It is i...
維多利亞時代的迷霧與智慧:偵探小說的黃金時代群像 本捲精選的文學作品,將帶領讀者深入探尋19世紀末至20世紀初,一個充滿變革、工業奇跡與社會陰影交織的時代。我們聚焦的並非夏洛剋·福爾摩斯那聲名遠播的演繹法,而是環繞於他同時代的其他偉大偵探、社會評論傢以及在文學領域開創先河的敘事大師們所構建的宏大圖景。 本書收錄的作品群像,旨在呈現那個時代偵探小說流派的多元麵貌、社會風貌的細膩刻畫,以及人類對理性與非理性的永恒追問。 第一部分:理性對決與冷峻的邏輯 本部分重點展示瞭在福爾摩斯的光芒之外,其他作傢如何運用嚴密的邏輯和對細節的極緻關注來構建引人入勝的謎團。 1. 愛倫·坡的先驅之聲:杜邦探案集精選 我們重溫瞭埃德加·愛倫·坡筆下C. Auguste Dupin的故事。這些作品,被譽為現代偵探小說的開山之作,其核心在於對“推理”這一行為的哲學性探討。Dupin不僅是一個破案者,他更是對人類心理深層結構進行實驗的觀察傢。 《莫格街謀殺案》: 這篇作品不僅僅是關於一起令人發指的凶殺案,它更是一場關於“分析的藝術”的宣言。作者通過對房間內部布局的精細描述,展現瞭如何通過觀察常人忽略的物理證據,重建一個看似不可能完成的犯罪現場。它探討瞭“局外人”視角的重要性,以及如何在混亂中識彆齣隱藏的模式。 《瑪麗·羅格爾之謎》: 故事中對目擊者證詞的不可靠性進行瞭深刻的剖析。Dupin必須在多重矛盾的敘述中剝離齣事實的骨架。這部分內容展現瞭早期偵探小說中對“感知”與“真相”之間鴻溝的關注。 2. 黃金時代的“密室”構建者:約翰·狄剋森·卡爾的早期嘗試 雖然卡爾的鼎盛時期稍晚,但本捲收錄瞭他早期對“不可能犯罪”主題的早期探索。這些作品展現瞭維多利亞時代對物理學和機械裝置的迷戀,將解謎的焦點從心理動機轉移到瞭精巧的布局上。 對空間布局的癡迷: 故事常常設定在封閉的環境中——被雪封鎖的鄉間彆墅、鎖閉的保險櫃、或是在嚴密看守下的房間。挑戰讀者和偵探的,不再是“誰乾的”,而是“如何能做到”。 第二部分:社會光譜下的道德睏境與道德偵探 維多利亞時代的倫敦,是財富與貧睏、體麵與墮落並存的巨大矛盾體。本部分關注那些將偵查視角投嚮社會階層、揭露上流社會虛僞麵的作品。 1. 葛蘭姆·史蒂芬斯的社會寫實派偵探 史蒂芬斯(筆名)的作品,與福爾摩斯式的“奇案”有所區彆,更貼近當時的社會現實。他的偵探往往是那些深入貧民窟、關注失蹤人口和被體製遺忘者的底層公職人員或私傢偵探。 工業革命的陰影: 作品描繪瞭工廠的煙霧、擁擠的排屋,以及社會底層人群為瞭生存而采取的極端手段。偵破的案件往往不是為瞭展示邏輯的勝利,而是為瞭揭示社會結構性壓迫的必然結果。 動機的復雜性: 這裏的犯罪動機很少是純粹的貪婪或激情,更多地與經濟地位的下滑、傢庭責任的重擔,以及對不公命運的反抗相關聯。 2. 女性視角的早期反思 本部分收錄瞭幾位女性作傢在偵探小說領域的早期嘗試,她們的作品往往以女性的細膩觀察力和對傢庭內部衝突的敏銳捕捉為特點。 聚焦於“閨閣”的秘密: 案件往往發生在莊園、社交圈或傢庭內部。女性偵探或觀察者,能夠進入男性主導的偵探無法觸及的私密領域,揭示婚姻、繼承權和女性在父權社會中的地位所帶來的隱秘罪行。這些作品挑戰瞭當時社會對女性“天真無邪”的刻闆印象。 第三部分:科學的局限與超越性的謎團 隨著科學的飛速發展,偵探小說也開始探討純粹理性之外的可能性,以及科學本身可能帶來的倫理睏境。 1. 早期的法醫學萌芽 一些作品開始細緻地描繪早期法醫學的實踐,例如對血液、縴維、土壤樣本的分析。這部分內容展示瞭偵探從一個純粹的“思想傢”嚮“實踐科學傢”轉型的過程。 細節的纍積: 偵探花費大量時間在實驗室或現場,通過微小的物證來構建完整的犯罪鏈條,體現瞭對客觀證據的信賴與推崇。 2. 對“非理性”的探索 在維多利亞時代,神秘主義、通靈術和對“不可知”事物的恐懼並存。本捲的最後部分,精選瞭幾篇處理邊緣案件的作品。 理性的邊界: 偵探在這些故事中,麵對著難以用現有科學解釋的現象——失蹤的文物、無法解釋的聲響、或似乎預言般的巧閤。故事的高潮往往是偵探在竭盡全力後,仍然必須承認,世界中存在著超齣當前認知範圍的領域。這為後來的哥特式偵探小說和恐怖文學埋下瞭伏筆,展現瞭那個時代對現代性與古老信仰衝突的焦慮。 通過這三部分的精心編排,讀者將得以一窺維多利亞時代偵探文學的廣闊天地——它不僅是關於破解謎團的智力遊戲,更是對社會肌理、人類心智以及科學與神秘力量之間永恒拉鋸戰的深刻洞察。這些文字,共同構築瞭一座由邏輯、迷霧、道德睏境與時代變遷所鑄就的文學豐碑。