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in the third week of November. In the 18 95 a dense yellow fog settled down upon London from the Monday to the Thursday I doubt whether it was ever possible from our windows in Baker Street to see the loom of the opposite houses. The first day homes it spending cross indexing is huge book of references. The 2nd and 3rd had been patiently occupied upon a subject, which he had recently made his hobby, the music of the Middle Ages. But when? For the fourth time, after pushing back our chairs from breakfast, we saw the greasy heavy brown swirl still drifting past us and condensing an oily drops upon the windowpanes. My comrades, impatient and active nature could endure this drab existence no longer. He paced restlessly about her sitting room in a fever of suppressed energy, biting his nails, tapping the furniture and chafing against inaction. Nothing of interest in the paper. Watson, he said. I was aware that by anything of interest, home spent anything of criminal interest. There was the news of a revolution of a possible war have been impending change of government, but these did not come within the horizon of my companion. I could see nothing recorded in the shape of crime, which was not commonplace in futile. Holmes groaned and resumed his restless meanderings. The London criminal is certainly a dull fellow, said he and the querulous voice of the sportsman whose game has failed him. Look at this window, Watson. See how the figures loom up a dimly seen and then blend once more into the cloud bank. The thief for the murderer could roam London on such a day as the tiger does the jungle unseen until he pounces on the evident only to his victim have I said, been numerous petty thefts. Holmes snorted his contempt. This great in somber stage is set for something more worthy than that, he said. It is fortunate for this community that I am not a criminal. It is indeed, I said, hardly suppose that I were Brooks or Woodhouse. How long could I survive against my own pursuit, a summons, a bogus appointment and all would be over? It is well, they don't have days of fog in the Latin countries, the countries of assassination