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Tonight, we'll read the story The Man with the Twisted Lip

from the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, published in 1891.

This mystery deals with London Opium Dents, missing gentlemen, and their worried wives. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes.

close your bed.

Now, take a few deep breaths. Isa Whitney, Whitney,

brother of the late Elias Whitney, D.D.

Principal of the theological college of St. George's was much addicted to opium. The habit grew upon him, as I understand,

from some foolish freak when he was at college.

For having read De Quincey's description of his dreams and

sensations, he had drenched his tobacco with Laudinum

in an attempt to produce the same effects.

He found, as so many more have done, that the practice is easier to attain than to get rid of.

And for many years he continued to be a slave to the drug,

an object of mingled horror and pity to his friends and relatives.

I can see him now, with yellow, pasty face, drooping lids, and pinpoint pupils, all huddled in a chair, the wreck and ruin of a noble man.

One night, it was in June 89, there came a ring to my bell, about the hour when a man gives his first yawn and glances at the clock.

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