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Dzַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"Will you come with me?" asked Holmes, glancing up."Well, if we can't we can't," said Holmes, cheerfully.

"Oh, so so. Nothing to complain of. I have been out to Streathamsince I saw you last, but I did not call at the house. It is a verysweet little problem, and I would not have missed it for a gooddeal. However, I must not sit gossiping here, but must get thesedisreputable clothes off and return to my highly respectable self."I could see by his manner that he had stronger reasons forsatisfaction than his words alone would imply. His eyes twinkled,and there was even a touch of colour upon his sallow cheeks. Hehastened upstairs, and a few minutes later I heard the slam of thehall door, which told me that he was off once more upon hiscongenial hunt.

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"'You came here. I am sure of it. Who are these people that youshould visit them at such an hour?'

"But surely, Holmes, character goes for something? Then, again,why should he leave the girl in the street and dart away to commit afelony?"

"I thought people would talk if I went to the Hall."

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"You won't die in your bed, Holmes."

"He has been in the habit of lighting his pipe at lamps andgas-jets. You can see that it is quite charred all down one side. Ofcourse a match could not have done that. Why should a man hold a matchto the side of his pipe? But you cannot light it at a lamp withoutgetting the bowl charred. And it is all on the right side of the pipe.From that I gather that he is a left-handed man. You hold your ownPipe to the lamp and see how naturally you, being right-handed, holdthe left side to the flame. You might do it once the other way, butnot as a constancy. This has always been held so. Then he has bittenthrough his amber. It takes a muscular, energetic fellow, and one witha good set of teeth, to do that. But if I am not mistaken I hear himupon the stair, so we shall have something more interesting than hispipe to study."

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"Down on the beach. Exactly where poor McPherson met his end. Ifthis man's heart had been weak as McPherson's was, he would not behere now. More than once I thought he was gone as I brought him up. Itwas too far to The Gables, so I made for you."

"'Good! That's a promise,' said he, rising from his chair. 'Well,I'm delighted to have got so good a man for my brother. Here's youradvance of a hundred pounds, and here is the letter. Make a note ofthe address, 126B Corporation Street, and remember that one o'clockto-morrow is your appointment. Good-night, and may you have aH thefortune that you deserve!'

<"My dear Holmes!""Surely the gate was open!' ejaculated Phelps.

As to the arrest of John Mitton, the valet, it was a council ofdespair as an alternative to absolute inaction. But no case could besustained against him. He had visited friends in Hammersmith thatnight. The alibi was complete. It is true that he started home at anhour which should have brought him to Westminster before the time whenthe crime was discovered, but his own explanation that he had walkedpart of the way seemed probable enough in view of the fineness ofthe night. He had actually arrived at twelve o'clock, and appearedto be overwhelmed by the unexpected tragedy. He had always been ongood terms with his master. Several of the dead man's possessions-notably a small case of razors- had been found in the valet's boxes,but he explained that they had been presents from the deceased, andthe housekeeper was able to corroborate the story. Mitton had beenin Lucas's employment for three years. It was noticeable that Lucasdid not take Mitton on the Continent with him. Sometimes he visitedParis for three months on end, but Mitton was left in charge of theGodolphin Street house. As to the housekeeper, she had heard nothingon the night of the crime. If her master had a visitor he hadhimself admitted him.

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<"We can imagine that in the confusion of flight somethingprecious, something which he could not bear to part with, had beenleft behind. That would explain his persistence, would it not?""Well, what is the next step?""I don't know whether you are playing a game with us, Mr. SherlockHolmes," said he. "If you know anything, you can surely say it withoutall this tomfoolery."

"You say that you saw your friend's face quite clearly at thewindow, so clearly that you are sure of his identity?"

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