The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conana Doyle
Antiqued First Page

Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - Antiqued First Page

The name Sherlock Holmes is synonymous with mystery and danger. Who can forget him and Watson and the villains of London clashing in cunning games of wit and intrigue?

This single page item is a reproduction of the first page of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s classic story, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. It makes for a terrific piece to frame and decorate a study or den for any Sherlock Holmes fan!

The page is standard 8.5" x 11" in size and has been hand antiqued via our own unique paper aging process to achieve a look you won’t find anywhere else.

The actual page contains the following text (though please note that the formatting and font will be different as viewed on this page – see photo for exact formatting and look!):

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Adventure 1 – A Scandal in Bohemia

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To Sherlock Holmes she is always THE woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as alover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer–excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoned to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in asensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.

I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us away from each other. My own complete happiness, and the home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating fromweek to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature. He was still, as ever, deeply attracted by the study of crime, and occupied his immense faculties and extraordinary powers of observation in following out those clues, and clearing up those mysteries which had been abandoned as hopeless by the


Our antiqued paper is delicately laced with a subtle hint of gold in the creases creating an almost magical look. (Although it’s difficult to catch with a camera, you can see in the image below how the shimmering is caught in the light)


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