In all of these cases, one of the most elementary ones was not solved by Mr. Sherlock Holmes, but brought a complete and agreeable change to my friend. That case is The Hound of The Bentleys,which I am presenting you right now.
Since it was a pleasant and warm April weekend, my practice was not that busy and my wife was not planning anything special, I came to 221B, Baker Street to visit my friend Sherlock Holmes. When I came into the dining room, Holmes was sitting right beside the table, reading a telegramme .
"Ah good morning Watson," said Holmes, as I entered into the room. "I have a telegramme from a young lady here." He pointed at the telegramme.
"Who is she?" I asked in an eager curiosity.
"The young lady's name, Watson, is Emma Bentley make of the girl, my dear Watson
"From what I observed" I remarked, "The young lady has a few, limited habits. And she is one of the most reasonable of young ladies." I thought of adding "just like you," but I stopped just in time.
Holmes nodded thoughtfully. "We can also observe", he said, looking at the telegramme, "that punctuality is one of the habits you talked."
"There' s her bell-or I think, since she said she'll come at nine-thirty." I said, looking at my watch.
Holmes smiled, nodded and went to sit on the settee, his eyes closed, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Miss Bentley." announced Mrs Hudson, as she led the young lady into our living room.
As if by magic, Holmes opened his eyes. "I felt that today is the day that can change my entire life." He whispered. " I don't know why, but-"
Holmes seemed to forget about my presence, his eyes fixed on the girl, and for two or three minutes he said nothing. All I heard was a gasp of admiration which never came out of his mouth.