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A
shade
of
anxiety
seemed
to
me
to
cross
my
companion
's
expressive
face
.
"
Do
you
mean
that
you
are
on
the
right
track
?
"
he
asked
.
"
The
right
track
!
Why
,
sir
,
we
have
the
man
under
lock
and
key
.
"
"
And
his
name
is
?
"
"
Arthur
Charpentier
,
sub-lieutenant
in
Her
Majesty
's
navy
,
"
cried
Gregson
,
pompously
,
rubbing
his
fat
hands
and
inflating
his
chest
.
Sherlock
Holmes
gave
a
sigh
of
relief
,
and
relaxed
into
a
smile
.
"
Take
a
seat
,
and
try
one
of
these
cigars
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
are
anxious
to
know
how
you
managed
it
.
Will
you
have
some
whiskey
and
water
?
"
"
I
do
n't
mind
if
I
do
,
"
the
detective
answered
.
"
The
tremendous
exertions
which
I
have
gone
through
during
the
last
day
or
two
have
worn
me
out
.
Not
so
much
bodily
exertion
,
you
understand
,
as
the
strain
upon
the
mind
.
You
will
appreciate
that
,
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes
,
for
we
are
both
brain-workers
.
"
"
You
do
me
too
much
honour
,
"
said
Holmes
,
gravely
.
"
Let
us
hear
how
you
arrived
at
this
most
gratifying
result
.
"
The
detective
seated
himself
in
the
arm-chair
,
and
puffed
complacently
at
his
cigar
.
Then
suddenly
he
slapped
his
thigh
in
a
paroxysm
of
amusement
.
