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"
Get
your
hat
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
wish
me
to
come
?
"
"
Yes
,
if
you
have
nothing
better
to
do
.
"
A
minute
later
we
were
both
in
a
hansom
,
driving
furiously
for
the
Brixton
Road
.
It
was
a
foggy
,
cloudy
morning
,
and
a
dun-coloured
veil
hung
over
the
house-tops
,
looking
like
the
reflection
of
the
mud-coloured
streets
beneath
.
My
companion
was
in
the
best
of
spirits
,
and
prattled
away
about
Cremona
fiddles
,
and
the
difference
between
a
Stradivarius
and
an
Amati
.
As
for
myself
,
I
was
silent
,
for
the
dull
weather
and
the
melancholy
business
upon
which
we
were
engaged
,
depressed
my
spirits
.
"
You
do
n't
seem
to
give
much
thought
to
the
matter
in
hand
,
"
I
said
at
last
,
interrupting
Holmes
'
musical
disquisition
.
"
No
data
yet
,
"
he
answered
.
"
It
is
a
capital
mistake
to
theorize
before
you
have
all
the
evidence
.
It
biases
the
judgment
.
"
"
You
will
have
your
data
soon
,
"
I
remarked
,
pointing
with
my
finger
;
"
this
is
the
Brixton
Road
,
and
that
is
the
house
,
if
I
am
not
very
much
mistaken
.
"
"
So
it
is
.
Stop
,
driver
,
stop
!
"
We
were
still
a
hundred
yards
or
so
from
it
,
but
he
insisted
upon
our
alighting
,
and
we
finished
our
journey
upon
foot
.
Number
3
,
Lauriston
Gardens
wore
an
ill-omened
and
minatory
look
.
It
was
one
of
four
which
stood
back
some
little
way
from
the
street
,
two
being
occupied
and
two
empty
.
The
latter
looked
out
with
three
tiers
of
vacant
melancholy
windows
,
which
were
blank
and
dreary
,
save
that
here
and
there
a
"
To
Let
"
card
had
developed
like
a
cataract
upon
the
bleared
panes
.
A
small
garden
sprinkled
over
with
a
scattered
eruption
of
sickly
plants
separated
each
of
these
houses
from
the
street
,
and
was
traversed
by
a
narrow
pathway
,
yellowish
in
colour
,
and
consisting
apparently
of
a
mixture
of
clay
and
of
gravel
.
The
whole
place
was
very
sloppy
from
the
rain
which
had
fallen
through
the
night
.
The
garden
was
bounded
by
a
three-foot
brick
wall
with
a
fringe
of
wood
rails
upon
the
top
,
and
against
this
wall
was
leaning
a
stalwart
police
constable
,
surrounded
by
a
small
knot
of
loafers
,
who
craned
their
necks
and
strained
their
eyes
in
the
vain
hope
of
catching
some
glimpse
of
the
proceedings
within
.
