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"
I
shall
be
most
happy
to
tell
you
anything
I
can
,
"
the
constable
answered
with
his
eyes
upon
the
little
golden
disk
.
"
Just
let
us
hear
it
all
in
your
own
way
as
it
occurred
.
"
Rance
sat
down
on
the
horsehair
sofa
,
and
knitted
his
brows
as
though
determined
not
to
omit
anything
in
his
narrative
.
"
I
'll
tell
it
ye
from
the
beginning
,
"
he
said
.
"
My
time
is
from
ten
at
night
to
six
in
the
morning
.
At
eleven
there
was
a
fight
at
the
'
White
Hart
'
;
but
bar
that
all
was
quiet
enough
on
the
beat
.
At
one
o'clock
it
began
to
rain
,
and
I
met
Harry
Murcher
--
him
who
has
the
Holland
Grove
beat
--
and
we
stood
together
at
the
corner
of
Henrietta
Street
a-talkin
'
.
Presently
--
maybe
about
two
or
a
little
after
--
I
thought
I
would
take
a
look
round
and
see
that
all
was
right
down
the
Brixton
Road
.
It
was
precious
dirty
and
lonely
.
Not
a
soul
did
I
meet
all
the
way
down
,
though
a
cab
or
two
went
past
me
.
I
was
a
strollin
'
down
,
thinkin
'
between
ourselves
how
uncommon
handy
a
four
of
gin
hot
would
be
,
when
suddenly
the
glint
of
a
light
caught
my
eye
in
the
window
of
that
same
house
.
Now
,
I
knew
that
them
two
houses
in
Lauriston
Gardens
was
empty
on
account
of
him
that
owns
them
who
wo
n't
have
the
drains
seen
to
,
though
the
very
last
tenant
what
lived
in
one
of
them
died
o
'
typhoid
fever
.
I
was
knocked
all
in
a
heap
therefore
at
seeing
a
light
in
the
window
,
and
I
suspected
as
something
was
wrong
.
When
I
got
to
the
door
--
--
"
"
You
stopped
,
and
then
walked
back
to
the
garden
gate
,
"
my
companion
interrupted
.
"
What
did
you
do
that
for
?
"
Rance
gave
a
violent
jump
,
and
stared
at
Sherlock
Holmes
with
the
utmost
amazement
upon
his
features
.
"
Why
,
that
's
true
,
sir
,
"
he
said
;
"
though
how
you
come
to
know
it
,
Heaven
only
knows
.
Ye
see
,
when
I
got
up
to
the
door
it
was
so
still
and
so
lonesome
,
that
I
thought
I
'd
be
none
the
worse
for
some
one
with
me
.
I
ai
n't
afeared
of
anything
on
this
side
o
'
the
grave
;
but
I
thought
that
maybe
it
was
him
that
died
o
'
the
typhoid
inspecting
the
drains
what
killed
him
.
The
thought
gave
me
a
kind
o
'
turn
,
and
I
walked
back
to
the
gate
to
see
if
I
could
see
Murcher
's
lantern
,
but
there
was
n't
no
sign
of
him
nor
of
anyone
else
.
"
"
There
was
no
one
in
the
street
?
"
