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"
I
hope
that
you
are
satisfied
now
?
"
said
Mr.
Cunningham
tartly
.
"
Thank
you
,
I
think
I
have
seen
all
that
I
wished
.
"
"
Then
if
it
is
really
necessary
we
can
go
into
my
room
.
"
"
If
it
is
not
too
much
trouble
.
"
The
J.
P.
shrugged
his
shoulders
and
led
the
way
into
his
own
chamber
,
which
was
a
plainly
furnished
and
commonplace
room
.
As
we
moved
across
it
in
the
direction
of
the
window
,
Holmes
fell
back
until
he
and
I
were
the
last
of
the
group
.
Near
the
foot
of
the
bed
stood
a
dish
of
oranges
and
a
carafe
of
water
.
As
we
passed
it
Holmes
,
to
my
unutterable
astonishment
,
leaned
over
in
front
of
me
and
deliberately
knocked
the
whole
thing
over
.
The
glass
smashed
into
a
thousand
pieces
and
the
fruit
rolled
about
into
every
corner
of
the
room
.
"
You
've
done
it
now
,
Watson
,
"
said
he
coolly
.
"
A
pretty
mess
you
've
made
of
the
carpet
.
"
I
stooped
in
some
confusion
and
began
to
pick
up
the
fruit
,
understanding
for
some
reason
my
companion
desired
me
to
take
the
blame
upon
myself
.
The
others
did
the
same
and
set
the
table
on
its
legs
again
.
"
Hullo
!
"
cried
the
inspector
,
"
where
's
he
got
to
?
"
Holmes
had
disappeared
.
