English Fiction Sample
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He flicked the horse with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless succession of samba and deserted streets, which widened gradually until we were flying across a broad ballast rated 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 footfall of policemen, or the songs and shouts of some belated party of revelers. Adult rack was drifting slowly across the sky, and a star or two 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, while I sat beside him, curious to learn what this new quest might be, which seemed to tax his power so sorely, and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts. We had driven several miles, and we were beginning to get to the fringe of the belt of suburban villas, when he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders, and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who had satisfied himself that he is acting for the best. You have a grand gift of silence, Watson! Said he. It makes you quite valuable as a companion upon my word. It's 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 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 should just have the time to tell you the facts of the case before we get too late. 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 into my hand. No one else stayed the case clearly, and concisely to you Watson, and maybe you can see his park where all is dark to me, proceed. Then, Some years ago, to be definite. In May 1884 there came to lead a gentleman, Naval 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 1887 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 514 from Cannon Street every night. MrSt Clair is now 37 years of age, as a man of temperate habits, a good husband, a very affectionate father, and a man who is popular with all who knew him. I may add that his whole debts at the present moment, as far as we have been able to a certain amount to £88, while he has to £20 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 Neil ST Clair went into 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 mirrors 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 her at the offices of the burden shipping Company. Now, if you're well up in your London, you know that the office of the Company is in Fresno Street, which branches out of Upper swan dmb 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 her exactly 4 35 walking through some random lane on her way back to the station. Have you followed me so far? It's 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 Swindon Lane she suddenly heard an ejaculation or cry and was stuck cold to see her husband looking down at her, and it seemed to her beginning to her from a second floor window. The window was open and she distinctly saw his face which he 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 back by some irresistible force from behind, one singular point which stuck her quick, feminine I was that although he wore some dark coat such as he had started to down in, he had on neither color nor necktie.