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The Adventure of the Cardboard Box The Adventure of the Cardboard Box By Sir Arthur Conan Doyl 1 The Adventure of the Cardboard Box In choosing a few typical cases which illustrate the remarkable mntal qualities of my friend, Sherlock Holmes, I have endeavoured, as far as possible, to sct thoe whic presented the mium of snsationalis, while offering a fair field for his talnts. It is, however, unfortunatey impossible entirely to sparate the satial from the criminal, and a chronicler is left in the dilemma that he must ether sacrifice details which are essetial to his statement and so give a false ipression of the problem, or he must use matter which chance, and not choice, has provided hi with. With th short preface I shall turn to my ntes of what proved to be a strange, thugh a peculiarly terrible, chain of evets. It was a blazing hot day in August. Baker Street was like an oven, and the glare of the sunlight upon the ye brikwrk of the house across the road was painful to the eye. It was hard to believe that thes re the same walls which ld so gloomily through the fogs of winter. Our blinds were half-drawn, and Holmes lay curled upon the sofa, reading and re-reading a letter whic he had received by the morning post. For myself, my term of service in India had traid me to stand heat better than cod, and a thermoter at nity was no hardship. But the mrning paper was uniteresting. Parliament had risen. Everybody was out of town, and I yearned for the glades of the New Foret or the shingle of Southa. A depleted bank account had caused me to