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"
Thank
you
,
I
would
really
rather
not
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
"
said
Holmes
with
a
mischievous
twinkle
,
"
I
suppose
that
you
have
no
objection
to
helping
me
?
"
Phelps
raised
the
cover
,
and
as
he
did
so
he
uttered
a
scream
and
sat
there
staring
with
a
face
as
white
as
the
plate
upon
which
he
looked
.
Across
the
centre
of
it
was
lying
a
little
cylinder
of
blue-gray
paper
.
He
caught
it
up
,
devoured
it
with
his
eyes
,
and
then
danced
madly
about
the
room
,
pressing
it
to
his
bosom
and
shrieking
out
in
his
delight
.
Then
he
fell
back
into
an
armchair
,
so
limp
and
exhausted
with
his
own
emotions
that
we
had
to
pour
brandy
down
his
throat
to
keep
him
from
fainting
.
"
There
!
there
!
"
said
Holmes
soothingly
,
patting
him
upon
the
shoulder
.
"
It
was
too
bad
to
spring
it
on
you
like
this
,
but
Watson
here
will
tell
you
that
I
never
can
resist
a
touch
of
the
dramatic
.
"
Phelps
seized
his
hand
and
kissed
it
.
"
God
bless
you
!
"
he
cried
.
"
You
have
saved
my
honour
.
"
"
Well
,
my
own
was
at
stake
,
you
know
,
"
said
Holmes
.
"
I
assure
you
it
is
just
as
hateful
to
me
to
fail
in
a
case
as
it
can
be
to
you
to
blunder
over
a
commission
.
"
Phelps
thrust
away
the
precious
document
into
the
innermost
pocket
of
his
coat
.
"
I
have
not
the
heart
to
interrupt
your
breakfast
any
further
,
and
yet
I
am
dying
to
know
how
you
got
it
and
where
it
was
.
"
Sherlock
Holmes
swallowed
a
cup
of
coffee
and
turned
his
attention
to
the
ham
and
eggs
.
Then
he
rose
,
lit
his
pipe
,
and
settled
himself
down
into
his
chair
.
