Narration demo - Sherlock Holmes
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he flipped the horse with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless succession of sombre and deserted streets, which wind gradually until we were flying across a broad illustrated bridge with 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 policeman for the songs and shouts of some belated party of revellers. A dull rack was drifting slowly across the sky and a star, or to twinkle dimly here and there, through the rift of the clouds, Holmes drove in silence with his head sunk upon his breast and the air of a man who has lost in thought. Well, I sat beside him, curious to learn what this new quest might be, which seemed to taxes powers so sorely. And you're afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts. Way had driven several miles, and we're beginning to get on the fringe that belt suburban villas, when he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders and lit up this party with the air of a man who was satisfied himself that he's acting for the best. You have the grand gift of silence, Watson. Sydney, it makes you quite invaluable as my companion. Upon my word, it is a great thing for me to have somebody to talk to for my own thoughts and not over Pleasant. I was wondering what I should say to this, dear, that a woman tonight, when she meets me at the door, you forget I know nothing about it. I shall, until I'm tell you the facts of the case. Before we get to Lee, it seems absurdly simple. And get somehow I can get nothing to go on this. Plenty of thread, no doubt. But I can't get the end of it in my hand. Now I'll state the case clearly and concisely to you, Watson. And maybe you can see a spark. We're always dark to me. Proceed. Then some years ago, to be definite. In my 18 84 they came to Leah. Gentlemen, Nevelson clear by name, who appeared to have plenty of money. He took a large villa laid out the ground's very nicely, and we've generally in good style by degrees. He made friends in the neighbourhood, 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 the 5 14 from Cannon Street every night. Mr. Sinclair is now 37 years of age, a man of temperate habits, a good husband, a very affectionate father and a man who is popular with Old enough. I might add that his whole debts at the present moment, as far as we've been able to ascertain, amount to £88.10 shillings while he has £220 standing to his credit in the Capital and Counties Bank. There is no reason, therefore, to think that any money troubles have been weighing on his mind. Last Monday, Mr Neville Sinclair went into town rather earlier than usual, remarking before it started that he had two important conditions to before and that he would bring his little boy home a box of bricks now by the merest chance. His wife received a telegram upon this same Monday, very shortly after his departure, to the effect of a small possible of considerable value, which she had been expecting was waiting for her the offices of the Aberdeen Shipping Company. Now, if you're well up with your London, you will know that the office of the company is in President Street. Which branch is out of the upper Swan DM like where you found me to. Not 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 Swindon Lane on her way back to the station. Have you followed me so far? It's very clear if you remember Monday with an exceedingly hot day, and Mrs Sinclair walked slowly, glancing about in the hope of seeing a cab as she did not like the neighbourhood in which he found himself while she was walking this way. Down's wandering alone, she suddenly heard an ejaculation cry and was struck cold to see her husband looking down at 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, which he described as being terribly agitated. He waved his hands frantically toe vanished from the window, so suddenly that it seemed to her that he had been plucked back by some irresistible force from behind one singular point which struck her quick feminine. I was that although he wore some dark code, such as he had started to town in, he had neither colour nor necktie.