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"
You
see
that
,
"
said
he
,
pointing
to
a
big
black
box
at
the
end
of
his
bed
.
"
I
have
never
been
a
very
rich
man
,
Mr.
Holmes
--
never
made
but
one
investment
in
my
life
,
as
Dr.
Trevelyan
would
tell
you
.
But
I
do
n't
believe
in
bankers
.
I
would
never
trust
a
banker
,
Mr.
Holmes
.
Between
ourselves
,
what
little
I
have
is
in
that
box
,
so
you
can
understand
what
it
means
to
me
when
unknown
people
force
themselves
into
my
rooms
.
"
Holmes
looked
at
Blessington
in
his
questioning
way
and
shook
his
head
.
"
I
can
not
possibly
advise
you
if
you
try
to
deceive
me
,
"
said
he
.
"
But
I
have
told
you
everything
.
"
Holmes
turned
on
his
heel
with
a
gesture
of
disgust
.
"
Goodnight
,
Dr.
Trevelyan
,
"
said
he
.
"
And
no
advice
for
me
?
"
cried
Blessington
in
a
breaking
voice
.
"
My
advice
to
you
,
sir
,
is
to
speak
the
truth
.
"
A
minute
later
we
were
in
the
street
and
walking
for
home
.
We
had
crossed
Oxford
Street
and
were
halfway
down
Harley
Street
before
I
could
get
a
word
from
my
companion
.
"
Sorry
to
bring
you
out
on
such
a
fool
's
errand
,
Watson
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
It
is
an
interesting
case
,
too
,
at
the
bottom
of
it
.
"
"
I
can
make
little
of
it
,
"
I
confessed
.
