1 Then I went into the back yard and smoked a pipe and wondered what it would be best to do.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE BLUE CARBUNCLE 2 Then he lit his pipe, and leaning back in his chair he watched the blue smoke-rings as they chased each other up to the ceiling.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In V. THE FIVE ORANGE PIPS 3 As I entered, a sallow Malay attendant had hurried up with a pipe for me and a supply of the drug, beckoning me to an empty berth.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 4 Out of the black shadows there glimmered little red circles of light, now bright, now faint, as the burning poison waxed or waned in the bowls of the metal pipes.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 5 The pipe was still between his lips, the smoke still curled upward, and the room was full of a dense tobacco haze, but nothing remained of the heap of shag which I had seen upon the previous night.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 6 I had come to the conclusion that he had dropped asleep, and indeed was nodding myself, when he suddenly sprang out of his chair with the gesture of a man who has made up his mind and put his pipe down upon the mantelpiece.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In II. THE RED-HEADED LEAGUE 7 Then he took down from the rack the old and oily clay pipe, which was to him as a counsellor, and, having lit it, he leaned back in his chair, with the thick blue cloud-wreaths spinning up from him, and a look of infinite languor in his face.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In III. A CASE OF IDENTITY 8 We had driven several miles, and were beginning to get to the fringe of the belt of suburban villas, when he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders, and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who has satisfied himself that he is acting for the best.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 9 They could only have come from the old man at my side, and yet he sat now as absorbed as ever, very thin, very wrinkled, bent with age, an opium pipe dangling down from between his knees, as though it had dropped in sheer lassitude from his fingers.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 10 I left him then, still puffing at his black clay pipe, with the conviction that when I came again on the next evening I would find that he held in his hands all the clues which would lead up to the identity of the disappearing bridegroom of Miss Mary Sutherland.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In III. A CASE OF IDENTITY 11 In the dim light of the lamp I saw him sitting there, an old briar pipe between his lips, his eyes fixed vacantly upon the corner of the ceiling, the blue smoke curling up from him, silent, motionless, with the light shining upon his strong-set aquiline features.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In VI. THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP 12 Sherlock Holmes was, as I expected, lounging about his sitting-room in his dressing-gown, reading the agony column of The Times and smoking his before-breakfast pipe, which was composed of all the plugs and dottles left from his smokes of the day before, all carefully dried and collected on the corner of the mantelpiece.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In IX. THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENGINEER’S THUMB 13 About sunset, however, their efforts were at last successful, and they subdued the flames, but not before the roof had fallen in, and the whole place been reduced to such absolute ruin that, save some twisted cylinders and iron piping, not a trace remained of the machinery which had cost our unfortunate acquaintance so dearly.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContextHighlight In IX. THE ADVENTURE OF THE ENGINEER’S THUMB