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"
This
is
Sir
Henry
Baskerville
,
"
said
Dr.
Mortimer
.
"
Why
,
yes
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
the
strange
thing
is
,
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes
,
that
if
my
friend
here
had
not
proposed
coming
round
to
you
this
morning
I
should
have
come
on
my
own
account
.
I
understand
that
you
think
out
little
puzzles
,
and
I
've
had
one
this
morning
which
wants
more
thinking
out
than
I
am
able
to
give
it
.
"
"
Pray
take
a
seat
,
Sir
Henry
.
Do
I
understand
you
to
say
that
you
have
yourself
had
some
remarkable
experience
since
you
arrived
in
London
?
"
"
Nothing
of
much
importance
,
Mr.
Holmes
.
Only
a
joke
,
as
like
as
not
.
It
was
this
letter
,
if
you
can
call
it
a
letter
,
which
reached
me
this
morning
.
"
He
laid
an
envelope
upon
the
table
,
and
we
all
bent
over
it
.
It
was
of
common
quality
,
grayish
in
colour
.
The
address
,
"
Sir
Henry
Baskerville
,
Northumberland
Hotel
,
"
was
printed
in
rough
characters
;
the
postmark
"
Charing
Cross
,
"
and
the
date
of
posting
the
preceding
evening
.
"
Who
knew
that
you
were
going
to
the
Northumberland
Hotel
?
"
asked
Holmes
,
glancing
keenly
across
at
our
visitor
.
"
No
one
could
have
known
.
We
only
decided
after
I
met
Dr.
Mortimer
.
"
"
But
Dr.
Mortimer
was
no
doubt
already
stopping
there
?
"
"
No
,
I
had
been
staying
with
a
friend
,
"
said
the
doctor
.
"
There
was
no
possible
indication
that
we
intended
to
go
to
this
hotel
.
"
