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The
man
whom
I
found
myself
facing
was
a
well-built
,
fresh-complexioned
young
fellow
,
with
a
frank
,
honest
face
and
a
slight
,
crisp
,
yellow
moustache
.
He
wore
a
very
shiny
top-hat
and
a
neat
suit
of
sober
black
,
which
made
him
look
what
he
was
--
a
smart
young
City
man
,
of
the
class
who
have
been
labelled
cockneys
,
but
who
give
us
our
crack
volunteer
regiments
,
and
who
turn
out
more
fine
athletes
and
sportsmen
than
any
body
of
men
in
these
islands
.
His
round
,
ruddy
face
was
naturally
full
of
cheeriness
,
but
the
corners
of
his
mouth
seemed
to
me
to
be
pulled
down
in
a
half-comical
distress
.
It
was
not
,
however
,
until
we
were
in
a
first-class
carriage
and
well
started
upon
our
journey
to
Birmingham
that
I
was
able
to
learn
what
the
trouble
was
which
had
driven
him
to
Sherlock
Holmes
.
"
We
have
a
clear
run
here
of
seventy
minutes
,
"
Holmes
remarked
.
"
I
want
you
,
Mr.
Hall
Pycroft
,
to
tell
my
friend
your
very
interesting
experience
exactly
as
you
have
told
it
to
me
,
or
with
more
detail
if
possible
.
It
will
be
of
use
to
me
to
hear
the
succession
of
events
again
.
It
is
a
case
,
Watson
,
which
may
prove
to
have
something
in
it
,
or
may
prove
to
have
nothing
,
but
which
,
at
least
,
presents
those
unusual
and
outre
features
which
are
as
dear
to
you
as
they
are
to
me
.
Now
,
Mr.
Pycroft
.
I
shall
not
interrupt
you
again
.
"
Our
young
companion
looked
at
me
with
a
twinkle
in
his
eye
.
"
The
worst
of
the
story
is
.
"
said
he
.
"
that
I
show
myself
up
as
such
a
confounded
fool
.
Of
course
it
may
work
out
all
right
,
and
I
do
n't
see
that
I
could
have
done
otherwise
;
but
if
I
have
lost
my
crib
and
get
nothing
in
exchange
I
shall
feel
what
a
soft
Johnny
I
have
been
.
I
'm
not
very
good
at
telling
a
story
,
Dr.
Watson
,
but
it
is
like
this
with
me
:
"
I
used
to
have
a
billet
at
Coxon
&
Woodhouse
's
,
of
Draper
Gardens
,
but
they
were
let
in
early
in
the
spring
through
the
Venezuelan
loan
,
as
no
doubt
you
remember
,
and
came
a
nasty
cropper
.
I
have
been
with
them
five
years
,
and
old
Coxon
gave
me
a
ripping
good
testimonial
when
the
smash
came
,
but
of
course
we
clerks
were
all
turned
adrift
,
the
twenty-seven
of
us
.
I
tried
here
and
tried
there
,
but
there
were
lots
of
other
chaps
on
the
same
lay
as
myself
,
and
it
was
a
perfect
frost
for
a
long
time
.
I
had
been
taking
three
pounds
a
week
at
Coxon
's
,
and
I
had
saved
about
seventy
of
them
,
but
I
soon
worked
my
way
through
that
and
out
at
the
other
end
.
I
was
fairly
at
the
end
of
my
tether
at
last
,
and
could
hardly
find
the
stamps
to
answer
the
advertisements
or
the
envelopes
to
stick
them
to
.
I
had
worn
out
my
boots
paddling
up
office
stairs
,
and
I
seemed
just
as
far
from
getting
a
billet
as
ever
.
"
At
last
I
saw
a
vacancy
at
Mawson
&
Williams
's
,
the
great
stock-broking
firm
in
Lombard
Street
.
I
dare
say
E.
C.
is
not
much
in
your
line
,
but
I
can
tell
you
that
this
is
about
the
richest
house
in
London
.
The
advertisement
was
to
be
answered
by
letter
only
.
I
sent
in
my
testimonial
and
application
,
but
without
the
least
hope
of
getting
it
.
Back
came
an
answer
by
return
,
saying
that
if
I
would
appear
next
Monday
I
might
take
over
my
new
duties
at
once
,
provided
that
my
appearance
was
satisfactory
.
No
one
knows
how
these
things
are
worked
.
Some
people
say
that
the
manager
just
plunges
his
hand
into
the
heap
and
takes
the
first
that
comes
.
Anyhow
it
was
my
innings
that
time
,
and
I
do
n't
ever
wish
to
feel
better
pleased
.
The
screw
was
a
pound
a
week
rise
,
and
the
duties
just
about
the
same
as
at
Coxon
's
.
"
And
now
I
come
to
the
queer
part
of
the
business
.
I
was
in
diggings
out
Hampstead
way
,
17
Potter
's
Terrace
.
Well
,
I
was
sitting
doing
a
smoke
that
very
evening
after
I
had
been
promised
the
appointment
,
when
up
came
my
landlady
with
a
card
which
had
'
Arthur
Pinner
,
Financial
Agent
,
"
printed
upon
it
.
I
had
never
heard
the
name
before
and
could
not
imagine
what
he
wanted
with
me
,
but
of
course
I
asked
her
to
show
him
up
.
In
he
walked
,
a
middle-sized
dark-haired
,
dark-eyed
,
black-bearded
man
,
with
a
touch
of
the
sheeny
about
his
nose
.
He
had
a
brisk
kind
of
way
with
him
and
spoke
sharply
,
like
a
man
who
knew
the
value
of
time
.
