The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle
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if it post with his weapon. We dashed away through the endless succession off sombre and deserted streets, which why didn't gradually until we were flying across a broad ballast rated bridge with the murky river phone sluggishly beneath us, Beyond lay another dull wilderness of bricks and mortar. It's silence, broken only by the heavy regular foot. Fall off the policeman or the song shouts of some belated party of reverence. A dull rack was drifting slowly across the sky on a star to twinkle the money here and there, Through the rift of the crowds, Holmes drove in silence with his head sunk upon his breast, and the other man, who is lost in thought while I sat beside him, curious to learn what his next quest might B, which seemed to tax his powers so sorely and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts. We had driven several miles, and we begin to get to the fringe of the belt of suburban villas. When he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders on, lit 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 is a great thing for me to have someone to talk to for. My own thoughts are 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 that I know nothing about it. I shall just have time to tell you the facts of the case before we get to Li. It seems absurdly simple. And yet somehow I could get nothing to go upon this. Plenty of thread, no doubt. But I can't get the individual 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, received them some years ago to be definite. In May 18 84 they 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 ground's very nicely and lived 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. On went into town as a rule in the morning, returning by the 5 14 from Canyon Street every night. Mr. Sinclair is now 37 years of age, is a man of temperate habits, a good husband, a very affectionate father on a man who is popular with all that know him. I may add that his whole debts at the present moment, as far as we have been able to ascertain, amount to £88.10 shillings while he has £220 standing to his credit in the Capital and Countries Bank. There is no reason, therefore, to think that money troubles have been weighing upon his mind. Last Monday, Mr Nevelson, Clear went into town rather earlier than usual, remarking before he started that he had two important commissions to perform on. That he was being his little boy, home of brick, the box of bricks now by the mirrors Chance. His wife received 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 her officers off the Aberdeen Shipping Company. Now, if you are well up in your London, you will know that the office of the company is in Freshener Street, which branches out ofthe Upper Swan DM lane where you found me tonight. Mrs. ST Clair had her lunch started for the city, did some shopping, proceeded to the company's office, got her package and found herself at exactly 4 35 walking through Swan from 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 on Mrs ST. Clair walked slowly, glancing about in the hope ofthe scene a cab as she did not like the neighbourhood in which she found herself while she was walking in this way down swan dm lane. She suddenly heard an ejaculation or cry and was struck Cole to see her husband looking down at her, and as it seemed to her beckoning to her from a second floor window, the window is open and she distinctly saw his face, which she describes as being terribly agitated. He waved his hands frantically to her and then vanished from the windows. Her suddenly that it seemed to her that had 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 coat, such as he had started to in town, he had on need colour or no necktie.