Narration for Holmes & Watson caper
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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he flicked his horse with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless succession of sombre and deserted streets, which widened gradually until we were flying across a broad, balanced, rotted bridge with a murky river flowing sluggishly beneath us. Beyond lay another dull wilderness of bricks and mortar. It's silence, broken only by the heavy regular footfall of the policemen or the songs and shouts of some belated party revellers. A dull rack was stripped ing slowly across the sky and a start to twinkle dimly here and there, through the wrists of the clouds. Homes drove in silence with his head sunk upon his breast and the air of a man who has lost in thought while I sat beside him, curious to learn what this new quest might be, which seemed to taxes power so sorely and yet afraid to break upon the current of his thoughts. We had driven several miles, and we're beginning to get to the friends of the belt of suburban villas when he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who is satisfied himself that he is acting for the best. You have a grand gift of silence, Watson, he said. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion upon my word. It is a great thing for me to have someone to talk to for. My own thoughts are not overly pleasant. I was wondering what I say to this dear little woman tonight, when she meets me at the door, you forget that I know nothing about it. I shall just have time to tell you the facts of the case before we get to Lee. It seems absurdly simple, and yet somehow I cannot get nothing to go upon. There's funny of thread, no doubt, but I can't get to the end of it into my hand. Now I'll state the case clearly and concisely to you, Watson. And maybe you can see a spark where all is dark to me. Proceed then, some years ago, to be definite. In May 18 84 there came to Lee, a gentleman, Neville ST Clair by name, who appeared to have plenty of money. He took a large villa, laid out the grounds very nicely and lived generally in good style. My degrees he made friends in the neighborhood and in 18 87 he married the daughter of a local brewer, by whom he now has two Children. He had no occupation but was interested in several companies and went into town as a rule in the morning, returning by 5 14 from Cannon Street every night. Mr. Sinclair is now 37 years of age, is a man of temperate good habits, a good husband, a very affectionate father and a man who is popular with all who know him. I may add this whole debt as present moment, as far as we have been able to ascertain, amount to £88 tens while he is £220 standing in his credit in the Capital and Counties Bank. There is no reason, therefore, to think that money troubles have been weighing upon his mind. Last Monday, Mr Neville Sinclair went into town rather early than usual, remarking before he started that he had two important commissions to perform and that he would bring his little boy home. Ah, box of bricks. Now, by the merest chance. His wife received a telegram upon the same Monday, very surely, after his departure to the effect that a small parcel of considerable value, which she had been expecting was waiting for her at the offices of the Aberdeen Shipping Company. Now, if you are well up in your London, you will know that the Office of Company is in Fresno Street, which branches out of Upper Swarmed um Lane, where you found me tonight. Mrs. Sinclair had her lunch started for the city, did some shopping, proceeded to the company's office, got her packet and found herself at exactly 4 35 walking through Swan DM lane on her way back to the station. Have you followed me so far is very clear.