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"
The
inquest
is
just
over
.
The
medical
evidence
showed
conclusively
that
death
was
due
to
apoplexy
.
You
see
it
was
quite
a
simple
case
,
after
all
.
"
"
Oh
,
remarkably
superficial
,
"
said
Holmes
,
smiling
.
"
Come
,
Watson
,
I
do
n't
think
we
shall
be
wanted
in
Aldershot
any
more
.
"
"
There
's
one
thing
,
"
said
I
as
we
walked
down
to
the
station
"
If
the
husband
's
name
was
James
,
and
the
other
was
Henry
,
what
was
this
talk
about
David
?
"
"
That
one
word
,
my
dear
Watson
,
should
have
told
me
the
whole
story
had
I
been
the
ideal
reasoner
which
you
are
so
fond
of
depicting
.
It
was
evidently
a
term
of
reproach
.
"
"
Of
reproach
?
"
"
Yes
;
David
strayed
a
little
occasionally
,
you
know
,
and
on
one
occasion
in
the
same
direction
as
Sergeant
James
Barclay
.
You
remember
the
small
affair
of
Uriah
and
Bathsheba
?
My
Biblical
knowledge
is
a
trifle
rusty
,
I
fear
,
but
you
will
find
the
story
in
the
first
or
second
of
Samuel
.
"
In
glancing
over
the
somewhat
incoherent
series
of
Memoirs
with
which
I
have
endeavoured
to
illustrate
a
few
of
the
mental
peculiarities
of
my
friend
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes
,
I
have
been
struck
by
the
difficulty
which
I
have
experienced
in
picking
out
examples
which
shall
in
every
way
answer
my
purpose
.
For
in
those
cases
in
which
Holmes
has
performed
some
tour
de
force
of
analytical
reasoning
,
and
has
demonstrated
the
value
of
his
peculiar
methods
of
investigation
,
the
facts
themselves
have
often
been
so
slight
or
so
commonplace
that
I
could
not
feel
justified
in
laying
them
before
the
public
.
On
the
other
hand
,
it
has
frequently
happened
that
he
has
been
concerned
in
some
research
where
the
facts
have
been
of
the
most
remarkable
and
dramatic
character
,
but
where
the
share
which
he
has
himself
taken
in
determining
their
causes
has
been
less
pronounced
than
I
,
as
his
biographer
,
could
wish
.
The
small
matter
which
I
have
chronicled
under
the
heading
of
"
A
Study
in
Scarlet
,
"
and
that
other
later
one
connected
with
the
loss
of
the
Gloria
Scott
,
may
serve
as
examples
of
this
Scylla
and
Charybdis
which
are
forever
threatening
the
historian
.
It
may
be
that
in
the
business
of
which
I
am
now
about
to
write
the
part
which
my
friend
played
is
not
sufficiently
accentuated
;
and
yet
the
whole
train
of
circumstances
is
so
remarkable
that
I
can
not
bring
myself
to
omit
it
entirely
from
this
series
.
It
had
been
a
close
,
rainy
day
in
October
.
Our
blinds
were
half-drawn
,
and
Holmes
lay
curled
upon
the
sofa
,
reading
and
re-reading
a
letter
which
he
had
received
by
the
morning
post
.
For
myself
,
my
term
of
service
in
India
had
trained
me
to
stand
heat
better
than
cold
,
and
a
thermometer
of
ninety
was
no
hardship
.
But
the
paper
was
uninteresting
.
Parliament
had
risen
.
Everybody
was
out
of
town
,
and
I
yearned
for
the
glades
of
the
New
Forest
or
the
shingle
of
Southsea
.
A
depleted
bank
account
had
caused
me
to
postpone
my
holiday
,
and
as
to
my
companion
,
neither
the
country
nor
the
sea
presented
the
slightest
attraction
to
him
.
He
loved
to
lie
in
the
very
centre
of
five
millions
of
people
,
with
his
filaments
stretching
out
and
running
through
them
,
responsive
to
every
little
rumour
or
suspicion
of
unsolved
crime
.
Appreciation
of
nature
found
no
place
among
his
many
gifts
,
and
his
only
change
was
when
he
turned
his
mind
from
the
evildoer
of
the
town
to
track
down
his
brother
of
the
country
.
