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"
Only
that
you
have
disarranged
our
little
deductions
.
Your
marriage
,
you
say
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
I
married
,
and
so
left
the
hospital
,
and
with
it
all
hopes
of
a
consulting
practice
.
It
was
necessary
to
make
a
home
of
my
own
.
"
"
Come
,
come
,
we
are
not
so
far
wrong
,
after
all
,
"
said
Holmes
.
"
And
now
,
Dr.
James
Mortimer
--
"
"
Mister
,
sir
,
Mister
--
a
humble
M.
R.
C.
S.
"
"
And
a
man
of
precise
mind
,
evidently
.
"
"
A
dabbler
in
science
,
Mr.
Holmes
,
a
picker
up
of
shells
on
the
shores
of
the
great
unknown
ocean
.
I
presume
that
it
is
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes
whom
I
am
addressing
and
not
--
"
"
No
,
this
is
my
friend
Dr.
Watson
.
"
"
Glad
to
meet
you
,
sir
.
I
have
heard
your
name
mentioned
in
connection
with
that
of
your
friend
.
You
interest
me
very
much
,
Mr.
Holmes
.
I
had
hardly
expected
so
dolichocephalic
a
skull
or
such
well-marked
supra-orbital
development
.
Would
you
have
any
objection
to
my
running
my
finger
along
your
parietal
fissure
?
A
cast
of
your
skull
,
sir
,
until
the
original
is
available
,
would
be
an
ornament
to
any
anthropological
museum
.
It
is
not
my
intention
to
be
fulsome
,
but
I
confess
that
I
covet
your
skull
.
"
Sherlock
Holmes
waved
our
strange
visitor
into
a
chair
.
"
You
are
an
enthusiast
in
your
line
of
thought
,
I
perceive
,
sir
,
as
I
am
in
mine
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
observe
from
your
forefinger
that
you
make
your
own
cigarettes
.
Have
no
hesitation
in
lighting
one
.
"
The
man
drew
out
paper
and
tobacco
and
twirled
the
one
up
in
the
other
with
surprising
dexterity
.
He
had
long
,
quivering
fingers
as
agile
and
restless
as
the
antennae
of
an
insect
.
