A short story about a young man with a radical approach to the game of cricket from the creator of Sherlock Holmes. While walking in the forest, veteran cricket player Walter Scougall comes upon a young schoolteacher named Spedegue practicing an unusual bowling delivery. When Scougall attempts to have the man repeat his actions in public, it yields entertaining results . . . Originally published in the Strand Magazine in 1928, The Story of Spedegue’s Dropper is inspired by a bizarre experience Doyle had with cricket when he was a young man.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of detective Sherlock Holmes, is the father of crime fiction. This intriguing short story, first published in the Strand Magazine in 1928, was based on a bizarre cricketing experience Doyle underwent as a young man. Many of the finest English sport stories, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. We are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and artwork.

An affordable fascimile reprint of the famously rare first Sherlock Holmes novel by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Available post-free in the UK from the publisher's website, www.lifeisamazing.co.uk.

Our African Winter is one of Conan Doyle's late memoirs, of a trip to South Africa and bordering countries to the north, chiefly in order to lecture upon Spritualism, in 1929.

In 1916 Arthur Conan Doyle stated his belief in Spiritualism. "The Edge of the Unknown", first published in 1930, is a collection of articles covering various aspects of this subject.

The Vital Message was written by Arthur Conan Doyle. It was first published in Britain in 1919 by Hodder & Stoughton. In "The New Revelation" the first dawn of the coming change has been described. In "The Vital Message" the sun has risen higher, and one sees more clearly and broadly what our new relations with the Unseen may be. As I look into the future of the human race I am reminded of how once, from amid the bleak chaos of rock and snow at the head of an Alpine pass, I looked down upon the far stretching view of Lombardy, shimmering in the sunshine and extending in one splendid panorama of blue lakes and green rolling hills until it melted into the golden haze which draped the far horizon. Such a promised land is at our very feet which, when we attain it, will make our present civilisation seem barren and uncouth. Already our vanguard is well over the pass. Nothing can now prevent us from reaching that wonderful land which stretches so clearly before those eyes which are opened to see it.