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"What did you do next?"

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"It was impossible to say. There was never any outline.""A large foot or a small?"

"Well, to tell the truth, I saw then the first signs that I had everseen that her temper was just a little sharp. The incident, however,was too trivial to relate and can have no possible bearing upon thecase."

The sun was setting and turning the rolling Hampshire moor into awonderful autumnal panorama. The sergeant, with many critical andincredulous glances, which showed his deep doubts of the sanity ofmy companion, lurched along beside us. As we approached the scene ofthe crime I could see that my friend under all his habitual coolnesswas in truth deeply agitated.

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Miss Stoner did so, and Holmes, after a careful examinationthrough the open window, endeavoured in every way to force the shutteropen, but without success. There was no slit through which a knifecould be passed to raise the bar. Then with his lens he tested thehinges, but they were of solid iron, built firmly into the massivemasonry. "Hum!" said he, scratching his chin in some perplexity, "mytheory certainly presents some difficulties. No one could pass theseshutters if they were bolted. Well, we shall see if the insidethrows any light upon the matter."<"Monday night after nine. Two taps. Only ourselves. Do not be sosuspicious. Payment in hard cash when goods delivered.

"I never hope to see such a sight as that again, Mr. Holmes.From north, south, east, and west every man who had a shade of redin his hair had tramped into the city to answer the advertisement.Fleet Street was choked with red-headed folk, and Pope's Courtlooked like a coster's orange barrow. I should not have thoughtthere were so many in the whole country as were brought togetherby that single advertisement. Every shade of colour theywere--straw, lemon, orange, brick, Irish-setter, liver, clay; but,as Spaulding said, there were not many who had the real vividflame-coloured tint. When I saw how many were waiting, I wouldhave given it up in despair; but Spaulding would not hear of it.How he did it I could not imagine, but he pushed and pulled andbutted until he got me through the crowd, and right up to thesteps which led to the office. There was a double stream upon thestair, some going up in hope, and some coming back dejected; butwe wedged in as well as we could and soon found ourselves in theoffice."

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"My reasons in a nutshell!"

Sherlock Holmes was not disappointed in his expectations. Two dayslater he received a bulky envelope, which contained a short notefrom the detective, and a typewritten document which covered severalpages of foolscap.

<"I should have followed him through the open window if I had beenstronger. As it was, I rang the bell and roused the house. It tooksome little time, for the bell rings in the kitchen and the servantsall sleep upstairs. I shouted, however, and that brought Josephdown, and he roused the others. Joseph and the groom found marks onthe bed outside the window, but the weather has been so dry latelythat they found it hopeless to follow the trail across the grass.There's a place, however, on the wooden fence which skirts the roadwhich shows signs, they tell me, as if someone had got over, and hadsnapped the top of the rail in doing so. I have said nothing to thelocal police yet, for I thought I had best have your opinion first."This tale of our client's appeared to have an extraordinary effectupon Sherlock Holmes. He rose from his chair and paced about theroom in uncontrollable excitement."The first flaw in my happiness was the arrival of the

"Three days of absolute fast does not improve one's beauty,Watson. For the rest, there is nothing which a sponge may not cure.With vaseline upon one's forehead, belladonna in one's eyes, rougeover the cheek-bones, and crusts of beeswax round one's lips, a verysatisfying effect can be produced. Malingering is a subject upon whichI have sometimes thought of writing a monograph. A little occasionaltalk about half-crowns, oysters, or any other extraneous subjectproduces a pleasing effect of delirium."

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"'Your fate will be on your own head. How long have you been here?'"'Let it be so. Three weeks.'

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ʹͶעٷվ㽭ֽһŮȷƵ׷ѣ "By Jove, Mr. Holmes, I think you have hit it." ϸ

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