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The
cabman
scratched
his
head
.
"
Well
,
he
was
n't
altogether
such
an
easy
gentleman
to
describe
.
I
'd
put
him
at
forty
years
of
age
,
and
he
was
of
a
middle
height
,
two
or
three
inches
shorter
than
you
,
sir
.
He
was
dressed
like
a
toff
,
and
he
had
a
black
beard
,
cut
square
at
the
end
,
and
a
pale
face
.
I
do
n't
know
as
I
could
say
more
than
that
.
"
"
Colour
of
his
eyes
?
"
"
No
,
I
ca
n't
say
that
.
"
"
Nothing
more
that
you
can
remember
?
"
"
No
,
sir
;
nothing
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
here
is
your
half-sovereign
.
There
's
another
one
waiting
for
you
if
you
can
bring
any
more
information
.
Good
night
!
"
"
Good
night
,
sir
,
and
thank
you
!
"
John
Clayton
departed
chuckling
,
and
Holmes
turned
to
me
with
a
shrug
of
his
shoulders
and
a
rueful
smile
.
"
Snap
goes
our
third
thread
,
and
we
end
where
we
began
,
"
said
he
.
"
The
cunning
rascal
!
He
knew
our
number
,
knew
that
Sir
Henry
Baskerville
had
consulted
me
,
spotted
who
I
was
in
Regent
Street
,
conjectured
that
I
had
got
the
number
of
the
cab
and
would
lay
my
hands
on
the
driver
,
and
so
sent
back
this
audacious
message
.
I
tell
you
,
Watson
,
this
time
we
have
got
a
foeman
who
is
worthy
of
our
steel
.
I
've
been
checkmated
in
London
.
I
can
only
wish
you
better
luck
in
Devonshire
.
But
I
'm
not
easy
in
my
mind
about
it
.
"
"
About
what
?
"
