His Last Bow
by Arthur Conan Doyle
The greatest detective of them all is back... When I was about to appear in my terrible emotions, he hid everything that was vaguely terrible, all the terrible and unimaginably bad things in the universe." A thick yellow fog is descending on London. Cunning, thieves and murderers run after their prey unnoticed. Evil abounds, but it cannot be compared to the intelligent mind of Sherlock Holmes. Because even in a gloomy environment, Holmes sees and observes everything.
