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"
This
was
the
strange
proposal
,
Mr.
Holmes
,
with
which
the
man
Blessington
approached
me
.
I
wo
n't
weary
you
with
the
account
of
how
we
bargained
and
negotiated
.
It
ended
in
my
moving
into
the
house
next
Lady
Day
,
and
starting
in-practice
on
very
much
the
same
conditions
as
he
had
suggested
.
He
came
himself
to
live
with
me
in
the
character
of
a
resident
patient
.
His
heart
was
weak
,
it
appears
,
and
he
needed
constant
medical
supervision
.
He
turned
the
two
best
rooms
of
the
first
floor
into
a
sitting-room
and
bedroom
for
himself
.
He
was
a
man
of
singular
habits
,
shunning
company
and
very
seldom
going
out
.
His
life
was
irregular
,
but
in
one
respect
he
was
regularity
itself
.
Every
evening
,
at
the
same
hour
,
he
walked
into
the
consulting-room
,
examined
the
books
,
put
down
five
and
three-pence
for
every
guinea
that
I
had
earned
,
and
carried
the
rest
off
to
the
strongbox
in
his
own
room
.
"
I
may
say
with
confidence
that
he
never
had
occasion
to
regret
his
speculation
.
From
the
first
it
was
a
success
.
A
few
good
cases
and
the
reputation
which
I
had
won
in
the
hospital
brought
me
rapidly
to
the
front
,
and
during
the
last
few
years
I
have
made
him
a
rich
man
.
"
So
much
,
Mr.
Holmes
,
for
my
past
history
and
my
relations
with
Mr.
Blessington
.
It
only
remains
for
me
now
to
tell
you
what
has
occurred
to
bring
me
here
tonight
.
"
Some
weeks
ago
Mr.
Blessington
came
down
to
me
in
,
as
it
seemed
to
me
,
a
state
of
considerable
agitation
.
He
spoke
of
some
burglary
which
,
he
said
,
had
been
committed
in
the
West
End
,
and
he
appeared
,
I
remember
,
to
be
quite
unnecessarily
excited
about
it
,
declaring
that
a
day
should
not
pass
before
we
should
add
stronger
bolts
to
our
windows
and
doors
.
For
a
week
he
continued
to
be
in
a
peculiar
state
of
restlessness
,
peering
continually
out
of
the
windows
,
and
ceasing
to
take
the
short
walk
which
had
usually
been
the
prelude
to
his
dinner
.
From
his
manner
it
struck
me
that
he
was
in
mortal
dread
of
something
or
somebody
,
but
when
I
questioned
him
upon
the
point
he
became
so
offensive
that
I
was
compelled
to
drop
the
subject
.
Gradually
,
as
time
passed
,
his
fears
appeared
to
die
away
,
and
he
renewed
his
former
habits
,
when
a
fresh
event
reduced
him
to
the
pitiable
state
of
prostration
in
which
he
now
lies
.
"
What
happened
was
this
.
Two
days
ago
I
received
the
letter
which
I
now
read
to
you
.
Neither
address
nor
date
is
attached
to
it
.
"
A
Russian
nobleman
who
is
now
resident
in
England
it
runs
,
would
be
glad
to
avail
himself
of
the
professional
assistance
of
Dr.
Percy
Trevelyan
.
He
has
been
for
some
years
a
victim
to
cataleptic
attacks
,
on
which
,
as
is
well
known
,
Dr.
Trevelyan
is
an
authority
.
He
proposes
to
call
at
about
a
quarter-past
six
to-morrow
evening
,
if
Dr.
Trevelyan
will
make
it
convenient
to
be
at
home
.
"
This
letter
interested
me
deeply
,
because
the
chief
difficulty
in
the
study
of
catalepsy
is
the
rareness
of
the
disease
.
You
may
believe
,
then
,
that
I
was
in
my
consulting-room
when
,
at
the
appointed
hour
,
the
page
showed
in
the
patient
.
"
He
was
an
elderly
man
,
thin
,
demure
,
and
commonplace
--
by
no
means
the
conception
one
forms
of
a
Russian
nobleman
.
I
was
much
more
struck
by
the
appearance
of
his
companion
.
This
was
a
tall
young
man
,
surprisingly
handsome
,
with
a
dark
,
fierce
face
,
and
the
limbs
and
chest
of
a
Hercules
.
He
had
his
hand
under
the
other
's
arm
as
they
entered
,
and
helped
him
to
a
chair
with
a
tenderness
which
one
would
hardly
have
expected
from
his
appearance
.
