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“In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the army. Having completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon.”

Quote by Arthur Conan Doyle

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A Study in Scarlet

This novel introduces the renowned detective Sherlock Holmes and his loyal friend Dr. John Watson. Set in the late 19th century, it combines elements of mystery, suspense, and intrigue as Holmes solves a seemingly impossible case. more

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Arthur Conan Doyle
Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle, born on May 22, 1859 in Edinburgh, Scotland, was a renowned Scottish physician and writer. He is best known for his creation of the Sherlock Holmes series of detective novels, which have had a profound impact on the development of detective fiction and played a crucial role in shaping modern detective culture. more

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