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"
His
nerves
were
so
worked
up
that
the
appearance
of
any
dog
might
have
had
a
fatal
effect
upon
his
diseased
heart
.
I
fancy
that
he
really
did
see
something
of
the
kind
upon
that
last
night
in
the
Yew
Alley
.
I
feared
that
some
disaster
might
occur
,
for
I
was
very
fond
of
the
old
man
,
and
I
knew
that
his
heart
was
weak
.
"
"
How
did
you
know
that
?
"
"
My
friend
Mortimer
told
me
.
"
"
You
think
,
then
,
that
some
dog
pursued
Sir
Charles
,
and
that
he
died
of
fright
in
consequence
?
"
"
Have
you
any
better
explanation
?
"
"
I
have
not
come
to
any
conclusion
.
"
"
Has
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes
?
"
The
words
took
away
my
breath
for
an
instant
,
but
a
glance
at
the
placid
face
and
steadfast
eyes
of
my
companion
showed
that
no
surprise
was
intended
.
"
It
is
useless
for
us
to
pretend
that
we
do
not
know
you
,
Dr.
Watson
,
"
said
he
.
"
The
records
of
your
detective
have
reached
us
here
,
and
you
could
not
celebrate
him
without
being
known
yourself
.
When
Mortimer
told
me
your
name
he
could
not
deny
your
identity
.
If
you
are
here
,
then
it
follows
that
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes
is
interesting
himself
in
the
matter
,
and
I
am
naturally
curious
to
know
what
view
he
may
take
.
"
"
I
am
afraid
that
I
can
not
answer
that
question
.
"
