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ʽappַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"You haven't seen about Baker Street, then?""Oh! you have seen inside, then?"

"'Well, I hope to goodness the house won't be burgled during thenight,' said he.

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"Sherlock has all the energy of the family," said Mycroft, turning tome. "Well, you take the case up by all means and let me know if you doany good."

"And now there is only she to be described. She is my niece; butwhen my brother died five years ago and left her alone in the worldI adopted her, and have looked upon her ever since as my daughter. Sheis a sunbeam in my house sweet, loving, beautiful, a wonderful managerand housekeeper, yet as tender and quiet and gentle as a woman couldbe. She is my right hand. I do not know what I could do without her.In only one matter has she ever gone against my wishes. Twice my boyhas asked her to marry him, for he loves her devotedly, but eachtime she has refused him. I think that if anyone could have drawnhim into the right path it would have been she, and that hismarriage might have changed his whole life; but now, alas! it is toolate-forever too late!

"My stick!"

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"My God!" he cried, "what is it, Holmes? What is it?"<"Excellent," said Sherlock Holmes. "Send the boy for a four-wheeler,and we shall be off at once." He opened the table-drawer as hespoke, and I noticed that he slipped his revolver into his pocket."Yes," said he in answer to my glance, "I should say, from what wehave heard, that we are dealing with a particularly dangerous gang."It was almost dark before we found ourselves in Pall Mall, at therooms of Mr. Melas. A gentleman had just called for him, and he wasgone.

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"Ah! I don't know him. Well, here's your good health,landlord, and prosperity to your house. Good-night."

"What is it?"

<"My friend ascended with the doctor to the chamber of death, while Iremained in the study, turning the whole matter over and over in myhead, and feeling as sombre as ever I had done in my life. What wasthe past of this Trevor, pugilist, traveller, and gold-digger, and howhad he placed himself in the power of this acid-faced seaman? Why,too, should he faint at an allusion to the half-effaced initialsupon his arm and die of fright when he had a letter from Fordingham?Then I remembered that Fordingham was in Hampshire, and that thisMr. Beddoes, whom the seaman had gone to visit and presumably toblackmail, had also been mentioned as living in Hampshire. The letter,then, might either come from Hudson, the seaman, saying that he hadbetrayed the guilty secret which appeared to exist, or it might comefrom Beddoes, warning an old confederate that such a betrayal wasimminent. So far it seemed clear enough. But then how could thisletter be trivial and grotesque, as described by the son? He must havemisread it. If so, it must have been one of those ingenious secretcodes which mean one thing while they seem to mean another. I must seethis letter. If there was a hidden meaning in it, I was confident thatI could pluck it forth. For an hour I sat pondering over it in thegloom, until at last a weeping maid brought in a lamp, and close ather heels came my friend Trevor, pale but composed, with these verypapers which lie upon my knee held in his grasp. He sat downopposite to me, drew the lamp to the edge of the table, and handedme a short note scribbled, as you see, upon a single sheet of graypaper. 'The supply of game for London is going steadily up,' it ran.'Head-keeper Hudson, we believe, has been now told to receive allorders for fly-paper and for preservation of your hen-pheasant'slife.'by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

"Let us try to reconstruct the situation," said he as we droveswiftly past the Houses of Parliament and over Westminster Bridge."These villains have coaxed this unhappy lady to London, after firstalienating her from her faithful maid. If she has written anyletters they have been intercepted. Through some confederate they haveengaged a furnished house. Once inside it, they have made her aprisoner, and they have become possessed of the valuable jewellerywhich has been their object from the first. Already they have begun tosell part of it, which seems safe enough to them, since they have noreason to think that anyone is interested in the lady's fate. When sheis released she will, of course, denounce them. Therefore, she mustnot be released. But they cannot keep her under lock and keyforever. So murder is their only solution."

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<"'Such, in a few words, my dear boy, is the history of this terriblebusiness in which I was involved. Next day we were picked up by thebrig Hotspur, bound for Australia, whose captain found no difficultyin believing that we were the survivors of a passenger ship whichhad foundered. The transport ship Gloria Scott was set down by theAdmiralty as being lost at sea, and no word has ever leaked out asto her true fate. After an excellent voyage the Hotspur landed us atSydney, where Evans and I changed our names and made our way to thediggings, where, among the crowds who were gathered from allnations, we had no difficulty in losing our former identities. Therest I need not relate. We prospered, we travelled, we came back asrich colonials to England, and we bought country estates. For morethan twenty years we have led peaceful and useful lives, and wehoped that our past was forever buried. Imagine, then, my feelingswhen in the seaman who came to us I recognized instantly the man whohad been picked off the wreck. He had tracked us down somehow andhad set himself to live upon our fears. You will understand now how itwas that I strove to keep the peace with him, and you will in somemeasure sympathize with me in the fears which fill me, now that he hasgone from me to his other victim with threats upon his tongue.'"Underneath is written in a hand so shaky as to be hardly legible,'Beddoes writes in cipher to say H. has told all. Sweet Lord, havemercy on our souls!'"You may well say so. And yet there were one or two points whichworried young Edmunds, of the Berkshire Constabulary. A smart ladthat! He was sent later to Allanabad. That was how I came into thematter, for he dropped in and smoked a pipe or two over it.""A thin, yellow-haired man?"

"I saw nothing remarkable save the bell-rope, and what purposethat could answer I confess is more than I can imagine.""You saw the ventilator, too?"

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