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"
He
must
have
left
it
behind
,
"
muttered
my
companion
.
"
You
did
n't
happen
to
see
or
hear
a
cab
after
that
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
There
's
a
half-sovereign
for
you
,
"
my
companion
said
,
standing
up
and
taking
his
hat
.
"
I
am
afraid
,
Rance
,
that
you
will
never
rise
in
the
force
.
That
head
of
yours
should
be
for
use
as
well
as
ornament
.
You
might
have
gained
your
sergeant
's
stripes
last
night
.
The
man
whom
you
held
in
your
hands
is
the
man
who
holds
the
clue
of
this
mystery
,
and
whom
we
are
seeking
.
There
is
no
use
of
arguing
about
it
now
;
I
tell
you
that
it
is
so
.
Come
along
,
Doctor
.
"
We
started
off
for
the
cab
together
,
leaving
our
informant
incredulous
,
but
obviously
uncomfortable
.
"
The
blundering
fool
,
"
Holmes
said
,
bitterly
,
as
we
drove
back
to
our
lodgings
.
"
Just
to
think
of
his
having
such
an
incomparable
bit
of
good
luck
,
and
not
taking
advantage
of
it
.
"
"
I
am
rather
in
the
dark
still
.
It
is
true
that
the
description
of
this
man
tallies
with
your
idea
of
the
second
party
in
this
mystery
.
But
why
should
he
come
back
to
the
house
after
leaving
it
?
That
is
not
the
way
of
criminals
.
"
"
The
ring
,
man
,
the
ring
:
that
was
what
he
came
back
for
.
If
we
have
no
other
way
of
catching
him
,
we
can
always
bait
our
line
with
the
ring
.
I
shall
have
him
,
Doctor
--
I
'll
lay
you
two
to
one
that
I
have
him
.
I
must
thank
you
for
it
all
.
I
might
not
have
gone
but
for
you
,
and
so
have
missed
the
finest
study
I
ever
came
across
:
a
study
in
scarlet
,
eh
?
Why
should
n't
we
use
a
little
art
jargon
.
There
's
the
scarlet
thread
of
murder
running
through
the
colourless
skein
of
life
,
and
our
duty
is
to
unravel
it
,
and
isolate
it
,
and
expose
every
inch
of
it
.
And
now
for
lunch
,
and
then
for
Norman
Neruda
.
Her
attack
and
her
bowing
are
splendid
.
What
's
that
little
thing
of
Chopin
's
she
plays
so
magnificently
:
Tra-la-la-lira-lira-lay
.
"
Leaning
back
in
the
cab
,
this
amateur
bloodhound
carolled
away
like
a
lark
while
I
meditated
upon
the
many-sidedness
of
the
human
mind
.
Our
morning
's
exertions
had
been
too
much
for
my
weak
health
,
and
I
was
tired
out
in
the
afternoon
.
After
Holmes
'
departure
for
the
concert
,
I
lay
down
upon
the
sofa
and
endeavoured
to
get
a
couple
of
hours
'
sleep
.
It
was
a
useless
attempt
.
My
mind
had
been
too
much
excited
by
all
that
had
occurred
,
and
the
strangest
fancies
and
surmises
crowded
into
it
.
Every
time
that
I
closed
my
eyes
I
saw
before
me
the
distorted
baboon-like
countenance
of
the
murdered
man
.
So
sinister
was
the
impression
which
that
face
had
produced
upon
me
that
I
found
it
difficult
to
feel
anything
but
gratitude
for
him
who
had
removed
its
owner
from
the
world
.
If
ever
human
features
bespoke
vice
of
the
most
malignant
type
,
they
were
certainly
those
of
Enoch
J.
Drebber
,
of
Cleveland
.
Still
I
recognized
that
justice
must
be
done
,
and
that
the
depravity
of
the
victim
was
no
condonment
11
in
the
eyes
of
the
law
.
