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11
.
Is
an
expert
singlestick
player
,
boxer
,
and
swordsman
.
12
.
Has
a
good
practical
knowledge
of
British
law
.
When
I
had
got
so
far
in
my
list
I
threw
it
into
the
fire
in
despair
.
"
If
I
can
only
find
what
the
fellow
is
driving
at
by
reconciling
all
these
accomplishments
,
and
discovering
a
calling
which
needs
them
all
,
"
I
said
to
myself
,
"
I
may
as
well
give
up
the
attempt
at
once
.
"
I
see
that
I
have
alluded
above
to
his
powers
upon
the
violin
.
These
were
very
remarkable
,
but
as
eccentric
as
all
his
other
accomplishments
.
That
he
could
play
pieces
,
and
difficult
pieces
,
I
knew
well
,
because
at
my
request
he
has
played
me
some
of
Mendelssohn
's
Lieder
,
and
other
favourites
.
When
left
to
himself
,
however
,
he
would
seldom
produce
any
music
or
attempt
any
recognized
air
.
Leaning
back
in
his
arm-chair
of
an
evening
,
he
would
close
his
eyes
and
scrape
carelessly
at
the
fiddle
which
was
thrown
across
his
knee
.
Sometimes
the
chords
were
sonorous
and
melancholy
.
Occasionally
they
were
fantastic
and
cheerful
.
Clearly
they
reflected
the
thoughts
which
possessed
him
,
but
whether
the
music
aided
those
thoughts
,
or
whether
the
playing
was
simply
the
result
of
a
whim
or
fancy
was
more
than
I
could
determine
.
I
might
have
rebelled
against
these
exasperating
solos
had
it
not
been
that
he
usually
terminated
them
by
playing
in
quick
succession
a
whole
series
of
my
favourite
airs
as
a
slight
compensation
for
the
trial
upon
my
patience
.
During
the
first
week
or
so
we
had
no
callers
,
and
I
had
begun
to
think
that
my
companion
was
as
friendless
a
man
as
I
was
myself
.
Presently
,
however
,
I
found
that
he
had
many
acquaintances
,
and
those
in
the
most
different
classes
of
society
.
There
was
one
little
sallow
rat-faced
,
dark-eyed
fellow
who
was
introduced
to
me
as
Mr.
Lestrade
,
and
who
came
three
or
four
times
in
a
single
week
.
One
morning
a
young
girl
called
,
fashionably
dressed
,
and
stayed
for
half
an
hour
or
more
.
The
same
afternoon
brought
a
grey-headed
,
seedy
visitor
,
looking
like
a
Jew
pedlar
,
who
appeared
to
me
to
be
much
excited
,
and
who
was
closely
followed
by
a
slip-shod
elderly
woman
.
On
another
occasion
an
old
white-haired
gentleman
had
an
interview
with
my
companion
;
and
on
another
a
railway
porter
in
his
velveteen
uniform
.
When
any
of
these
nondescript
individuals
put
in
an
appearance
,
Sherlock
Holmes
used
to
beg
for
the
use
of
the
sitting-room
,
and
I
would
retire
to
my
bed-room
.
He
always
apologized
to
me
for
putting
me
to
this
inconvenience
.
"
I
have
to
use
this
room
as
a
place
of
business
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
these
people
are
my
clients
.
"
Again
I
had
an
opportunity
of
asking
him
a
point
blank
question
,
and
again
my
delicacy
prevented
me
from
forcing
another
man
to
confide
in
me
.
I
imagined
at
the
time
that
he
had
some
strong
reason
for
not
alluding
to
it
,
but
he
soon
dispelled
the
idea
by
coming
round
to
the
subject
of
his
own
accord
.
It
was
upon
the
4th
of
March
,
as
I
have
good
reason
to
remember
,
that
I
rose
somewhat
earlier
than
usual
,
and
found
that
Sherlock
Holmes
had
not
yet
finished
his
breakfast
.
The
landlady
had
become
so
accustomed
to
my
late
habits
that
my
place
had
not
been
laid
nor
my
coffee
prepared
.
With
the
unreasonable
petulance
of
mankind
I
rang
the
bell
and
gave
a
curt
intimation
that
I
was
ready
.
Then
I
picked
up
a
magazine
from
the
table
and
attempted
to
while
away
the
time
with
it
,
while
my
companion
munched
silently
at
his
toast
.
One
of
the
articles
had
a
pencil
mark
at
the
heading
,
and
I
naturally
began
to
run
my
eye
through
it
.
Its
somewhat
ambitious
title
was
"
The
Book
of
Life
,
"
and
it
attempted
to
show
how
much
an
observant
man
might
learn
by
an
accurate
and
systematic
examination
of
all
that
came
in
his
way
.
It
struck
me
as
being
a
remarkable
mixture
of
shrewdness
and
of
absurdity
.
The
reasoning
was
close
and
intense
,
but
the
deductions
appeared
to
me
to
be
far-fetched
and
exaggerated
.
The
writer
claimed
by
a
momentary
expression
,
a
twitch
of
a
muscle
or
a
glance
of
an
eye
,
to
fathom
a
man
's
inmost
thoughts
.
Deceit
,
according
to
him
,
was
an
impossibility
in
the
case
of
one
trained
to
observation
and
analysis
.
His
conclusions
were
as
infallible
as
so
many
propositions
of
Euclid
.
So
startling
would
his
results
appear
to
the
uninitiated
that
until
they
learned
the
processes
by
which
he
had
arrived
at
them
they
might
well
consider
him
as
a
necromancer
.
"
From
a
drop
of
water
,
"
said
the
writer
,
"
a
logician
could
infer
the
possibility
of
an
Atlantic
or
a
Niagara
without
having
seen
or
heard
of
one
or
the
other
.
So
all
life
is
a
great
chain
,
the
nature
of
which
is
known
whenever
we
are
shown
a
single
link
of
it
.
Like
all
other
arts
,
the
Science
of
Deduction
and
Analysis
is
one
which
can
only
be
acquired
by
long
and
patient
study
nor
is
life
long
enough
to
allow
any
mortal
to
attain
the
highest
possible
perfection
in
it
.
