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"
Very
likely
.
Yet
the
fact
remains
that
the
reader
,
who
was
a
fine
,
robust
old
man
,
was
knocked
clean
down
by
it
as
if
it
had
been
the
butt
end
of
a
pistol
.
"
"
You
arouse
my
curiosity
,
"
said
I.
"
But
why
did
you
say
just
now
that
there
were
very
particular
reasons
why
I
should
study
this
case
?
"
"
Because
it
was
the
first
in
which
I
was
ever
engaged
.
"
I
had
often
endeavoured
to
elicit
from
my
companion
what
had
first
turned
his
mind
in
the
direction
of
criminal
research
,
but
had
never
caught
him
before
in
a
communicative
humour
.
Now
he
sat
forward
in
his
armchair
and
spread
out
the
documents
upon
his
knees
.
Then
he
lit
his
pipe
and
sat
for
some
time
smoking
and
turning
them
over
.
"
You
never
heard
me
talk
of
Victor
Trevor
?
"
he
asked
.
"
He
was
the
only
friend
I
made
during
the
two
years
I
was
at
college
.
I
was
never
a
very
sociable
fellow
,
Watson
,
always
rather
fond
of
moping
in
my
rooms
and
working
out
my
own
little
methods
of
thought
,
so
that
I
never
mixed
much
with
the
men
of
my
year
.
Bar
fencing
and
boxing
I
had
few
athletic
tastes
,
and
then
my
line
of
study
was
quite
distinct
from
that
of
the
other
fellows
,
so
that
we
had
no
points
of
contact
at
all
.
Trevor
was
the
only
man
I
knew
,
and
that
only
through
the
accident
of
his
bull
terrier
freezing
on
to
my
ankle
one
morning
as
I
went
down
to
chapel
.
"
It
was
a
prosaic
way
of
forming
a
friendship
,
but
it
was
effective
.
I
was
laid
by
the
heels
for
ten
days
,
and
Trevor
used
to
come
in
to
inquire
after
me
.
At
first
it
was
only
a
minute
's
chat
but
soon
his
visits
lengthened
,
and
before
the
end
of
the
term
we
were
close
friends
.
He
was
a
hearty
,
full-blooded
fellow
,
full
of
spirits
and
energy
,
the
very
opposite
to
me
in
most
respects
,
but
we
had
some
subjects
in
common
,
and
it
was
a
bond
of
union
when
I
found
that
he
was
as
friendless
as
I.
Finally
he
invited
me
down
to
his
father
's
place
at
Donnithorpe
,
in
Norfolk
,
and
I
accepted
his
hospitality
for
a
month
of
the
long
vacation
.
"
Old
Trevor
was
evidently
a
man
of
some
wealth
and
consideration
,
a
J.
P.
,
and
a
landed
proprietor
.
Donnithorpe
is
a
little
hamlet
just
to
the
north
of
Langmere
,
in
the
country
of
the
Broads
.
The
house
was
an
old-fashioned
,
widespread
,
oak-beamed
brick
building
,
with
a
fine
lime-lined
avenue
leading
up
to
it
.
There
was
excellent
wild-duck
shooting
in
the
fens
,
remarkably
good
fishing
,
a
small
but
select
library
,
taken
over
,
as
I
understood
,
from
a
former
occupant
,
and
a
tolerable
cook
,
so
that
he
would
be
a
fastidious
man
who
could
not
put
in
a
pleasant
month
there
.
"
Trevor
senior
was
a
widower
,
and
my
friend
his
only
son
.
