In this tutorial you will learn how to make a silly explotion with chemicals.
This is sort of a mild explosive, but it can be quite dangerous in
large quantities. To make touch explosive (such as that found in a
snap-n-pop, but more powerful), use this recipe:
- Mix iodine crystals into ammonia until the iodine crystals will
not dissolve into the ammonia anymore. Pour off the excess ammonia
and dry out the crystals on a baking sheet the same way as you
dried the thermite (in other words, just let it sit overnight!).
- Be careful now because these crystals are now your touch
explosive. Carefully wrap a bunch in paper (I mean carefully!
Friction sets 'em off!) and throw them around.. pretty loud, huh?
They are fun to put on someone's chair. Add a small fish sinker to
them and they can be thrown a long distance (good for crowds,
football games, concerts, etc.) Have fun!
***Education purpose only***
When I look at the three massive manuscript volumes which
contain our work for the year 1894, I confess that it is very
difficult for me, out of such a wealth of material, to select the
cases which are most interesting in themselves, and at the same
time most conducive to a display of those peculiar powers for
which my friend was famous. As I turn over the pages, I see my
notes upon the repulsive story of the red leech and the terrible
death of Crosby, the banker. Here also I find an account of the
Addleton tragedy, and the singular contents of the ancient British
barrow. The famous Smith-Mortimer succession case comes also
within this period, and so does the tracking and arrest of Huret,
the Boulevard assassin -- an exploit which won for Holmes an
autograph letter of thanks from the French President and the
Order of the Legion of Honour. Each of these would furnish a
narrative, but on the whole I am of opinion that none of them
unites so many singular points of interest as the episode of
Yoxley Old Place, which includes not only the lamentable death
of young Willoughby Smith, but also those subsequent develop-
ments which threw so curious a light upon the causes of the
crime.
"From the point of view of the criminal expert," said Mr.
Sherlock Holmes, "
ing city since the death of the late lamented Professor Moriarty."
"I can hardly think that you would find many decent citizens
to agree with you," I answered.
"Well, well, I must not be selfish," said he, with a smile, as
he pushed back his chair from the breakfast-table. "The commu-
nity is certainly the gainer, and no one the loser, save the poor
out-of-work specialist, whose occupation has gone. With that
man in the field, one's morning paper presented infinite possibil-
ities. Often it was only the smallest trace, Watson, the faintest
indication, and yet it was enough to tell me that the great
malignant brain was there, as the gentlest tremors of the edges of
the web remind one of the foul spider which lurks in the centre.
Petty thefts, wanton assaults, purposeless outrage -- to the man
who held the clue all could be worked into one connected whole.
To the scientific student of the higher criminal world, no capital
in Europe offered the advantages which
But now --" He shrugged his shoulders in humorous deprecation
of the state of things which he had himself done so much to
produce.
It was no very unusual thing for Mr. Lestrade, of
Yard, to look in upon us of an evening, and his visits were wel-
come to Sherlock Holmes, for they enabled him to keep in touch
with all that was going on at the police headquarters. In return
for the news which Lestrde would bring, Holmes was always
ready to listen with attention to the details of any case upon
which the detective was engaged, and was able occasionally
without any active interference, to give some hint or suggestion
drawn from his own vast knowledge and experience.
It is years since the incidents of which I speak took place, and
yet it is with diffidence that I allude to them. For a long time,
even with the utmost discretion and reticence, it would have
been impossible to make the facts public, but now the principal
person concerned is beyond the reach of human law, and with
due suppression the story may be told in such fashion as to injure
no one. It records an absolutely unique experience in the career
both of Mr. Sherlock Holmes and of myself. The reader will
excuse me if I conceal the date or any other fact by which he
might trace the actual occurrence.
We had been out for one of our evening rambles, Holmes and
I, and had returned about six o'clock on a cold, frosty winter's
evening. As Holmes turned up the lamp the light fell upon a card
on the table. He glanced at it, and then, with an ejaculation of
disgust, threw it on the floor. I picked it up and read:
CHARLES AUGUSTUS MILVERTON,
Hampstead.
Agent.
It was in the spring of the year 1894 that all
interested, and the fashionable world dismayed. by the murder of
the Honourable Ronald Adair under most unusual and inexplica-
ble circumstances. The public has already learned those particu-
lars of the crime which came out in the po]ice investigation, but
a good deal was suppressed upon that occasion, since the case
for the prosecution was so overwhelmingly strong that it was not
necessary to bring forward all the facts. Only now, at the end of
nearly ten years, am I allowed to supply those missing links
which make up the whole of that remarkable chain. The crime
was of interest in itself, but that interest was as nothing to me
compared to the inconceivable sequel, which afforded me the
greatest shock and surprise of any event in my adventurous life.
Even now, after this long interval, I find myself thrilling as I
think of it, and feeling once more that sudden flood of joy,
amazement, and incredulity which utterly submerged my mind.
Let me say to that public, which has shown some interest in
those glimpses which I have occasionally given them of the
thoughts and actions of a very remarkable man, that they are not
to blame me if I have not shared my knowledge with them, for I
should have considered it my first duty to do so, had I not been
barred by a positive prohibition from his own lips, which was
only withdrawn upon the third of last month.
"Holmes," said I as I stood one morning in our bow-window
looking down the street, "here is a madman coming along. It
seems rather sad that his relatives should allow him to come out
alone."
My friend rose lazily from his armchair and stood with his
hands in the pockets of his dressing-gown, looking over my
shoulder. It was a bright, crisp February morning, and the snow
of the day before still lay deep upon the ground, shimmering
brightly in the wintry sun. Down the centre of
been ploughed into a brown crumbly band by the traffic, but at
either side and on the heaped-up edges of the foot-paths it still
lay as white as when it fell. The gray pavement had been cleaned
and scraped, but was still dangerously slippery, so that there
were fewer passengers than usual. Indeed, from the direction of
the Metropolitan Station no one was coming save the single
gentleman whose eccentric conduct had drawn my attention...
Of all the problems which have been submitted to my friend,
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, for solution during the years of our
intimacy, there were only two which I was the means of intro-
ducing to his notice -- that of Mr. Hatherley's thumb, and that of
Colonel Warburton's madness. Of these the latter may have
afforded a finer field for an acute and original observer, but the
other was so strange in its inception and so dramatic in its details
that it may be the more worthy of being placed upon record,
even if it gave my friend fewer openings for those deductive
methods of reasoning by which he achieved such remarkable
results. The story has, I believe, been told more than once in the
newspapers, but, like all such narratives, its effect is much less
striking when set forth en bloc in a single half-column of print
than when the facts slowly evolve before your own eyes, and the
mystery clears gradually away as each new discovery furnishes a
step which leads on to the complete truth. At the time the
circumstances made a deep impression upon me, and the lapse of
two years has hardly served to weaken the effect.
Holmes had been seated for some hours in silence with his
long, thin back curved over a chemical vessel in which he was
brewing a particularly malodorous product. His head was sunk
upon his breast, and he looked from my point of view like a
strange, lank bird, with dull gray plumage and a black top-knot.
"So, Watson," said he, suddenly, "you do not propose to
invest in South African securities?"
I gave a start of astonishment. Accustomed as I was to Holmes's
curious faculties, this sudden intrusion into my most intimate
thoughts was utterly inexplicable.
"How on earth do you know that?" I asked.
He wheeled round upon his stool, with a steaming test-tube in
his hand, and a gleam of amusement in his deep-set eyes.
I have never known my friend to be in better form, both mental
and physical, than in the year '95. His increasing fame had
brought with it an immense practice, and I should be guilty of an
indiscretion if I were even to hint at the identity of some of the
illustrious clients who crossed our humble threshold in Baker
Street. Holmes, however, like all great artists, lived for his art's
sake, and, save in the case of the Duke of Holdernesse, I have
seldom known him claim any large reward for his inestimable
services. So unworldly was he -- or so capricious -- that he fre-
quently refused his help to the powerful and wealthy where the
problem made no appeal to his sympathies, while he would
devote weeks of most intense application to the affairs of some
humble client whose case presented those strange and dramatic
qualities which appealed to his imagination and challenged his
ingenuity.
"My dear fellow." said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either
side of the fire in his lodgings at
stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We
would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere
commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window
hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the
roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the
strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the won-
derful chains of events, working through generation, and leading
to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its
conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprof-
itable. "............
Name Relationship Comment Dr. John Hamish Watson Sidekick Dr Watson, a friend, flatmate, biographer Mrs. Hudson Landlady Owner, and housekeeper of 221B Baker Street - (Sherlock Holmes address) Mycroft Holmes Older Brother 7 years older than Sherlock, said to be more talented Baker Street Irregulars Group of street urchins lead by Wiggins, helped Holmes with tasks around London. Professor James Moriarty Enemy Criminal mastermind, featured in 2 stories, killed by Holmes at Reichenbach Falls. Irene Adler The Woman featured in A Scandal in Bohemia Mary Morstan Wife of Watson Watson may have had other wives who were unnamed George Lestrade Scotland Yard Inspector Respected by Holmes the most, of all the Scotland Yard detectives Tobias Gregson Scotland Yard Inspector Not well respected by Holmes
Story Year Published Novels A Study in Scarlet 1887 The Sign of the Four 1890 The Hound of the Baskervilles 1901-02 The Valley of Fear 1914-15 The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes A Scandal in Bohemia 1891 The Red-headed League 1891 A Case of Identity 1891 The Boscombe Valley Mystery 1891 The Five Orange Pips 1891 The Man with the Twisted Lip 1891 The Blue Carbuncle 1892 The Speckled Band 1892 The Engineer's Thumb 1892 The Noble Bachelor 1892 The Beryl Coronet 1892 The Copper Beeches 1892 The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes Silver Blaze 1892 The Yellow Face 1893 The Stock-broker's Clerk 1893 The 'Gloria Scott' 1893 The Musgrave Ritual 1893 The Reigate Squires 1893 The Crooked Man 1893 The Resident Patient 1893 The Greek Interpreter 1893 The Naval Treaty 1893 The Final Problem 1893 The Return of Sherlock Holmes The Empty House 1903 The Norwood Builder 1903 The Dancing Men 1903 The Solitary Cyclist 1903 The Priory School 1904 Black Peter 1904 Charles Augustus Milverton 1904 The Six Napoleons 1904 The Three Students 1904 The Golden Pince-Nez 1904 The Missing Three-Quarter 1904 The Abbey Grange 1904 The Second Stain 1904 His Last Bow Wisteria Lodge 1908 The Cardboard Box 1893 The Red Circle 1911 The Bruce-Partington Plans 1908 The Dying Detective 1913 Lady Frances Carfax 1911 The Devil's Foot 1910 His Last Bow 1917 The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes The Illustrious Client 1924 The Blanched Soldier 1926 The Mazarin Stone 1921 The Three Gables 1926 The Sussex Vampire 1924 The Three Garridebs 1924 Thor Bridge 1922 The Creeping Man 1923 The Lion's Mane 1926 The Veiled Lodger 1927 Shoscombe Old Place 1927 The Retired Colourman 1926 Thor Bridge 1922 The Creeping Man 1923 The Lion's Mane 1926 The Veiled Lodger 1927 Shoscombe Old Place 1927 The Retired Colourman 1926
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