Narration of the adventures of sherlock holmes
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he flicked the horse with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless succession of Sombra and deserted streets, which widened gradually. And so we were flying across a broad ballast rated bridge with the murky river flowing sluggishly beneath us beyond the another doe wilderness of bricks and mortar. It's silence, broken only by the heavy regular football with the policeman or the songs and shouts of some belated party of revelers. A dull rack was drifting slowly across the sky and a star to twinkle dimly. Here and there, through the riffs of the clouds, Holmes drove in silence with his head sunk upon his breast and the air of a man who was lost in thought while I sat beside him, curious to learn what is new quest might be, which seemed to taxes power so sorely and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts, we had driven several miles are beginning to get on the fringe, the belt of suburban villas when he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who has satisfied himself that he is acting for the best. You have a grand gift of silence, Watson said. He it makes you quite invaluable as a companion upon my word. It's a great thing for me to have someone to talk to for my own thoughts and not over pleasant. I was wondering what I should say to this dear little woman tonight, when she meets me at the door, you forget I know nothing about it. Oh, I shall just have time to tell you the facts of the case before we get to leave. It seems absurdly simple, and yet somehow I could get nothing to go upon. There's plenty of thread, no doubt, but I can't get the end of it in my hand. No, I'll state the case clearly and concisely to you, Watson. And maybe you could see a spark and where it was all 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 live generally in good style by 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 when in the town, as a rule in the morning, returning by the 5 14 from Cannon Street every night. Mr. ST Clair is now 37 years of age, is a man of temperate habits, a good husband in a very affectionate father and a man who is popular with all of known him. I may add that his whole debts at the present moment, as far as we have been able to ascertain, amount to £88 while he has £220 standing to his credit in the Capital and Counties Bank. There is no reason, therefore, to think that the money troubles been weighing upon his mind. Now. Last Monday, Mr Neville ST Clair went to the town rather earlier than usual, remarking before he started that he had two important commissions to perform and that he would bring his little boy home a box of bricks now by the merest chance. His wife received a telegram upon the same Monday, very shortly after his departure to the effect that a small parcel of considerable value, which she had been expecting, was waiting for the offices of the Aberdeen Shipping Company. Now, if you'll well up in your London, you will know that the office is the company is in Fresno Street, which branches out of Upper Swan. Um Lane, would you found me tonight? Mrs. Sinkler had a lunch, started the city and did some shopping, proceeded to the company's office, got a packet and found himself exactly full 35 walking through Swetnam Lane on her way back to the station. Have you followed me so far? It is very clear, if you remember, Monday was an exceedingly hot day, and Miss ST Clair walked slowly, glancing about in the hopes of seeing a Cabot. She did not like the neighborhood in which she found herself while she was walking this way down Swetnam lanes. She suddenly heard an ejaculation of cry and was struck hold to see her husband looking down her, and as it seemed to her beckoning to her from a second floor window, the window was open and she distinctly saw his face. While she describes as being terribly agitated. He waved his hands frantically to her and then vanished from the window so suddenly that it seemed to her that he had been plucked, backed by some irresistible force from behind. One singular point, which struck her quick feminine. I was that although he wore some dark coat, such as he had started to town in, he had on neither color nor necktie.