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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "'I am afraid,' said I, rising, 'that in the pleasure of thisconversation I am neglecting business of importance which awaits meelsewhere.'
2.  A telegram was awaiting us when we reached our Baker Street rooms,which Holmes read with an exclamation of interest and threw acrossto me. "Jagged or torn," was the message, and the place of origin,Baden.
3.  "That you are never beaten."
4.  "'I hope that I have said nothing to pain you?' said I."'Well, you certainly touched upon rather a tender point. Might Iask how you know, and how much you know?' He spoke now in ahalf-jesting fashion, but a look of terror still lurked at the back ofhis eyes.
5.  "My dear Watson, can you doubt that it was to him that I firstapplied? I do not know whether it came from his own innate depravityor from the promptings of his master, but he was rude enough to seta dog at me. Neither dog nor man liked the look of my stick,however, and the matter fell through. Relations were strained afterthat, and further inquiries out of the question. All that I havelearned I got from a friendly native in the yard of our own inn. Itwas he who told me of the doctor's habits and of his daily journey. Atthat instant, to give point to his words, the carriage came round tothe door."
6.  "I think that I heard a ring," said Holmes. "Yes, there are steps onthe landing. If I cannot persuade you to take a lenient view of thematter, Lord St. Simon, I have brought an advocate here who may bemore successful." He opened the door and ushered in a lady andgentleman. "Lord St. Simon," said he, "allow me to introduce you toMr. and Mrs. Francis Hay Moulton. The lady, I think, you havealready met."


1.  Together we stole down to the road and crept across to the door ofthe inn. The bicycle still leaned against the wall. Holmes struck amatch and held it to the back wheel, and I heard him chuckle as thelight fell upon a patched Dunlop tyre. Up above us was the lightedwindow.
2.  "To the man who loves art for its own sake," remarked SherlockHolmes, tossing aside the advertisement sheet of the DailyTelegraph, "it is frequently in its least important and lowliestmanifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived. It ispleasant to me to observe, Watson, that you have so far grasped thistruth that in these little records of our cases which you have beengood enough to draw up, and, I am bound to say, occasionally toembellish, you have given prominence not so much to the many causescelebres and sensational trials in which I have figured but ratherto those incidents which may have been trivial in themselves, butwhich have given room for those faculties of deduction and oflogical synthesis which I have made my special province.""And yet," said I, smiling, "I cannot quite hold myself absolvedfrom the charge of sensationalism which has been urged against myrecords."
3.  "My surmise, as you saw, proved to be correct," said he, speakingfrom the depths of his easy-chair. "There has been a substitution oflodgers. What I did not foresee is that we should find a woman, and noordinary woman, Watson."
4.  "Dear me! Dear me!" he said at last. "Well, now, who would havethought it? And how deceptive appearances may be, to be sure! Such anice young man to look at! It is a lesson to us not to trust our ownjudgment, is it not, Lestrade?"
5.  "The busts" cried Lestrade. "Well, well, you have your ownmethods, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and it is not for me to say a wordagainst them, but I think I have done a better day's work than you.I have identified the dead man."
6.  I entered my consulting-room and found a gentleman seated by thetable. He was quietly dressed in a suit of heather tweed, with asoft cloth cap which he had laid down upon my books. Round one ofhis hands he had a handkerchief wrapped, which was mottled all overwith bloodstains. He was young, not more than five-and-twenty, Ishould say, with a strong, masculine face; but be was exceedingly paleand gave me the impression of a man who was suffering from some strongagitation, which it took all his strength of mind to control."I am sorry to knock you up so early, Doctor," said he, "but Ihave had a very serious accident during the night. I came in bytrain this morning, and on inquiring at Paddington as to where I mightfind a doctor, a worthy fellow very kindly escorted me here. I gavethe maid a card, but I see that she has left it upon the side-table."I took it up and glanced at it. "Mr. Victor Hatherley, hydraulicengineer, 16A, Victoria Street (3d. floor)." That was the name, style,and abode of my morning visitor. "I regret that I have kept youwaiting," said I, sitting down in my library chair. "You are freshfrom a night journey, I understand, which is in itself a monotonousoccupation."


1.  "Ah, that's the question, of course. But I commend the idea toyour mind. You might possibly find that there was something in it. Youwon't stop for dinner? Well, good-bye, and let us know how you geton."
2.  Mr. Jabez Wilson started up in his chair, with his forefingerupon the paper, but his eyes upon my companion.
3.  "He has, has he? I'll do him down a thick 'un for that if I swingfor it."
4.  "It was very sweet of you to come. Now, you must have some wineand water, and sit here comfortably and tell us all about it. Orshould you rather that I sent James off to bed?"
5.   We sat in silence for some time after the unhappy woman had told herstory. Then Holmes stretched out his long arm and patted her hand withsuch a show of sympathy as I had seldom known him to exhibit."Poor girl!" he said. "Poor girl! The ways of fate are indeed hardto understand. If there is not some compensation hereafter, then theworld is a cruel jest. But what of this man Leonardo?"
6.  On the land side our surroundings were as sombre as on the sea. Itwas a country of rolling moors, lonely and dun-coloured, with anoccasional church tower to mark the site of some old-world village. Inevery direction upon these moors there were traces of some vanishedrace which had passed utterly away, and left as its sole recordstrange monuments of stone, irregular mounds which contained theburned ashes of the dead, and curious earthworks which hinted atprehistoric strife. The glamour and mystery of the place, with itssinister atmosphere of forgotten nations, appealed to theimagination of my friend, and he spent much of his time in longwalks and solitary meditations upon the moor. The ancient Cornishlanguage had also arrested his attention, and he had, I remember,conceived the idea that it was akin to the Chaldean, and had beenlargely derived from the Phoenician traders in tin. He had receiveda consignment of books upon philology and was settling down to developthis thesis when suddenly, to my sorrow and to his unfeigneddelight, we found ourselves, even in that land of dreams, plunged intoa problem at our very doors which was more intense, more engrossing,and infinitely more mysterious than any of those which had driven usfrom London. Our simple life and peaceful, healthy routine wereviolently interrupted, and we were precipitated into the midst of aseries of events which caused the utmost excitement not only inCornwall but throughout the whole west of England. Many of myreaders may retain some recollection of what was called at the time"The Cornish Horror," though a most imperfect account of the matterreached the London press. Now, after thirteen years, I will give thetrue details of this inconceivable affair to the public.I have said that scattered towers marked the villages which dottedthis part of Cornwall. The nearest of these was the hamlet ofTredannick Wollas, where the cottages of a couple of hundredinhabitants clustered round an ancient, moss-grown church. The vicarof the parish, Mr. Roundhay, was something of an archaeologist, and assuch Holmes had made his acquaintance. He was a middle-aged man,portly and affable, with a considerable fund of local lore. At hisinvitation we had taken tea at the vicarage and had come to know also,Mr. Mortimer Tregennis, an independent gentleman, who increased theclergyman's scanty resources by taking rooms in his large,straggling house. The vicar, being a bachelor, was glad to come tosuch an arrangement, though he had little in common with his lodger,who was a thin, dark, spectacled man, with a stoop which gave theimpression of actual, physical deformity. I remember that during ourshort visit we found the vicar garrulous, but his lodger strangelyreticent, a sad-faced, introspective man, sitting with averted eyes,brooding apparently upon his own affairs.


1.  I crept forward and looked across at the familiar window. As my eyesfell upon it, I gave a gasp and a cry of amazement. The blind wasdown, and a strong light was burning in the room. The shadow of aman who was seated in a chair within was thrown in hard, black outlineupon the luminous screen of the window. There was no mistaking thepoise of the head, the squareness of the shoulders, the sharpness ofthe features. The face was turned half-round, and the effect wasthat of one of those black silhouettes which our grandparents loved toframe. It was a perfect reproduction of Holmes. So amazed was I that Ithrew out my hand to make sure that the man himself was standingbeside me. He was quivering with silent laughter.
2.  "'Yes,' said I, 'I have taken to living by my wits.'
3.  "Well, what do you make of it?"
4、  "You've not seen Miss Dunbar. She is a wonderful fine woman in everyway. He may well have wished his wife out of the road. And theseAmericans are readier with pistols than our folk are. It was hispistol, you know."
5、  "These relics have a history, then?"




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