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"
When
I
returned
to
London
I
called
upon
the
milliner
,
who
had
recognized
Straker
as
an
excellent
customer
of
the
name
of
Derbyshire
,
who
had
a
very
dashing
wife
,
with
a
strong
partiality
for
expensive
dresses
.
I
have
no
doubt
that
this
woman
had
plunged
him
over
head
and
ears
in
debt
,
and
so
led
him
into
this
miserable
plot
.
"
"
You
have
explained
all
but
one
thing
,
"
cried
the
colonel
"
Where
was
the
horse
?
"
"
Ah
,
it
bolted
,
and
was
cared
for
by
one
of
your
neighbours
.
We
must
have
an
amnesty
in
that
direction
,
I
think
.
This
is
Clapham
Junction
,
if
I
am
not
mistaken
,
and
we
shall
be
in
Victoria
in
less
than
ten
minutes
.
If
you
care
to
smoke
a
cigar
in
our
rooms
,
Colonel
.
I
shall
be
happy
to
give
you
any
other
details
which
might
interest
you
.
"
In
publishing
these
short
sketches
based
upon
the
numerous
cases
in
which
my
companion
's
singular
gifts
have
made
us
the
listeners
to
,
and
eventually
the
actors
in
,
some
strange
drama
,
it
is
only
natural
that
I
should
dwell
rather
upon
his
successes
than
upon
his
failures
.
And
this
not
so
much
for
the
sake
of
his
reputation
--
for
,
indeed
,
it
was
when
he
was
at
his
wit
's
end
that
his
energy
and
his
versatility
were
most
admirable
--
but
because
where
he
failed
it
happened
too
often
that
no
one
else
succeeded
,
and
that
the
tale
was
left
forever
without
a
conclusion
.
Now
and
again
,
however
,
it
chanced
that
even
when
he
erred
the
truth
was
still
discovered
.
I
have
notes
of
some
half-dozen
cases
of
the
kind
,
the
adventure
of
the
Musgrave
Ritual
and
that
which
I
am
about
to
recount
are
the
two
which
present
the
strongest
features
of
interest
.
Sherlock
Holmes
was
a
man
who
seldom
took
exercise
for
exercise
's
sake
.
Few
men
were
capable
of
greater
muscular
effort
,
and
he
was
undoubtedly
one
of
the
finest
boxers
of
his
weight
that
I
have
ever
seen
;
but
he
looked
upon
aimless
bodily
exertion
as
a
waste
of
energy
,
and
he
seldom
bestirred
himself
save
where
there
was
some
professional
object
to
be
served
.
Then
he
was
absolutely
untiring
and
indefatigable
.
That
he
should
have
kept
himself
in
training
under
such
circumstances
is
remarkable
,
but
his
diet
was
usually
of
the
sparest
,
and
his
habits
were
simple
to
the
verge
of
austerity
.
Save
for
the
occasional
use
of
cocaine
,
he
had
no
vices
,
and
he
only
turned
to
the
drug
as
a
protest
against
the
monotony
of
existence
when
cases
were
scanty
and
the
papers
uninteresting
.
One
day
in
early
spring
he
had
so
far
relaxed
as
to
go
for
a
walk
with
me
in
the
Park
,
where
the
first
faint
shoots
of
green
were
breaking
out
upon
the
elms
,
and
the
sticky
spear-heads
of
the
chestnuts
were
just
beginning
to
burst
into
their
five-fold
leaves
.
For
two
hours
we
rambled
about
together
,
in
silence
for
the
most
part
,
as
befits
two
men
who
know
each
other
intimately
.
It
was
nearly
five
before
we
were
back
in
Baker
Street
once
more
.
"
Beg
pardon
,
sir
,
"
said
our
page-boy
as
he
opened
the
door
.
"
There
's
been
a
gentleman
here
asking
for
you
,
sir
.
"
Holmes
glanced
reproachfully
at
me
.
"
So
much
for
afternoon
walks
!
"
said
he
.
"
Has
this
gentleman
gone
,
then
?
"
