Fiction Narration Sherlock Holmes
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He flicked the horse with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless succession of somber and deserted streets, which widened gradually until we were flying across a broad Illustrated bridge, with the murky river flowing sluggishly beneath us. Beyond lay another dull wilderness of bricks and mortar. It's silence, broken only by the heavy regular football of the policemen, 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 wrists of the clouds. Homes 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 his new quest might be, which seemed to tax his power so sorely, and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thought. We had driven several miles, and we're beginning to get to the fringe of the 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's acting for the best. You have a grand gift of silence, Watson! 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 nods over pleasant. I was wondering what I should say to this dear little woman tonight, when she meets me at the door. You have a grand gift of silence Watson! 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 lee. It seems absurdly simple, and yet somehow I can get nothing to go upon. There's plenty of thread, no doubt, but I can't get to 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 where all is dark to me, proceed then 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 grounds very nicely, and lived 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 went into town as a rule in the morning, returning by 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, a very affectionate father and a man who is popular with all who know him. I may add that his whole debts at the present moment, as far as we've been able to ascertain amount to 88 pens and 10 shillings. Well he has 220 pence 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 neville ST Clair 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 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 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 the companies in Fresno Street which branches out of the swamp. Um 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 packet and found herself at exactly 4 35 walking through swan um 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 mrs ST Clair walked slowly, glancing about in the hope of seeing a cab as she did not like the neighborhood in which she found herself. While she was walking in this way down swan um Lane, she suddenly heard an ejaculation or cry and was struck cold to see her husband looking down at her as it seemed to her beckoning to her from a second floor window. The window was 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 window. So suddenly that it had 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 coat such as he had started town in he had on neither Colin nor necktie