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"
Quite
so
.
His
talk
about
a
burglary
was
the
merest
blind
.
"
"
But
why
could
he
not
tell
you
this
?
"
"
Well
,
my
dear
sir
,
knowing
the
vindictive
character
of
his
old
associates
,
he
was
trying
to
hide
his
own
identity
from
everybody
as
long
as
he
could
.
His
secret
was
a
shameful
one
and
he
could
not
bring
himself
to
divulge
it
.
However
,
wretch
as
he
was
,
he
was
still
living
under
the
shield
of
British
law
,
and
I
have
no
doubt
,
Inspector
,
that
you
will
see
that
,
though
that
shield
may
fail
to
guard
,
the
sword
of
justice
is
still
there
to
avenge
.
"
Such
were
the
singular
circumstances
in
connection
with
the
Resident
Patient
and
the
Brook
Street
Doctor
From
that
night
nothing
has
been
seen
of
the
three
murderers
by
the
police
,
and
it
is
surmised
at
Scotland
Yard
that
they
were
among
the
passengers
of
the
ill-fated
steamer
Norah
Creina
,
which
was
lost
some
years
ago
with
all
hands
upon
the
Portuguese
coast
,
some
leagues
to
the
north
of
Oporto
.
The
proceedings
against
the
page
broke
down
for
want
of
evidence
,
and
the
Brook
Street
Mystery
,
as
it
was
called
,
has
never
until
now
been
fully
dealt
with
in
any
public
print
.
During
my
long
and
intimate
acquaintance
with
Mr.
Sherlock
Holmes
I
had
never
heard
him
refer
to
his
re
-RCB-
ations
,
and
hardly
ever
to
his
own
early
life
.
This
reticence
upon
his
part
had
increased
the
somewhat
inhuman
effect
which
he
produced
upon
me
,
until
sometimes
I
found
myself
regarding
him
as
an
isolated
phenomenon
,
a
brain
without
a
heart
,
as
deficient
in
human
sympathy
as
he
was
preeminent
in
intelligence
.
His
aversion
to
women
and
his
disinclination
to
form
new
friendships
were
both
typical
of
his
unemotional
character
,
but
not
more
so
than
his
complete
suppression
of
every
reference
to
his
own
people
.
I
had
come
to
believe
that
he
was
an
orphan
with
no
relatives
living
;
but
one
day
,
to
my
very
great
surprise
,
he
began
to
talk
to
me
about
his
brother
.
It
was
after
tea
on
a
summer
evening
,
and
the
conversation
,
which
had
roamed
in
a
desultory
,
spasmodic
fashion
from
golf
clubs
to
the
causes
of
the
change
in
the
obliquity
of
the
ecliptic
,
came
round
at
last
to
the
question
of
atavism
and
hereditary
aptitudes
.
The
point
under
discussion
was
,
how
far
any
singular
gift
in
an
individual
was
due
to
his
ancestry
and
how
far
to
his
own
early
training
.
"
In
your
own
case
,
"
said
I
,
"
from
all
that
you
have
told
me
,
it
seems
obvious
that
your
faculty
of
observation
and
your
peculiar
facility
for
deduction
are
due
to
your
own
systematic
training
.
"
"
To
some
extent
,
"
he
answered
thoughtfully
.
"
My
ancestors
were
country
squires
,
who
appear
to
have
led
much
the
same
life
as
is
natural
to
their
class
.
But
,
none
the
less
,
my
turn
that
way
is
in
my
veins
,
and
may
have
come
with
my
grandmother
,
who
was
the
sister
of
Vernet
,
the
French
artist
.
Art
in
the
blood
is
liable
to
take
the
strangest
forms
.
"
