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Holmes held it out to me. "A soft revolver bullet, as youperceive, Watson. There's genius in that, for who would expect to findsuch a thing fired from an airgun? All right, Mrs. Hudson. I am muchobliged for your assistance. And now, Watson, let me see you in yourold seat once more, for there are several points which I should liketo discuss with you."

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"It is very essential, Miss Stoner," said he, "that you shouldabsolutely follow my advice in every respect."

"Then do so."

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"You have probably never heard of Professor Moriarty?" said he."Never."

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"In that case, of course, I'd come forward."

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