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"
You
forget
that
I
am
myself
a
holder
of
a
medical
degree
.
I
have
the
papers
on
a
side
-
table
here
,
so
if
you
will
be
good
enough
to
sign
them
now
,
we
can
have
the
patient
removed
in
the
morning
"
So
that
was
my
visit
to
Sir
Thomas
Rossiter
,
the
famous
beetle
-
hunter
,
and
that
was
also
my
first
step
upon
the
ladder
of
success
,
for
Lady
Rossiter
and
Lord
Linchmere
have
proved
to
be
staunch
friends
,
and
they
have
never
forgotten
my
association
with
them
in
the
time
of
their
need
.
Sir
Thomas
is
out
and
said
to
be
cured
,
but
I
still
think
that
if
I
spent
another
night
at
Delamere
Court
,
I
should
be
inclined
to
lock
my
door
upon
the
inside
.
There
are
many
who
will
still
bear
in
mind
the
singular
circumstances
which
,
under
the
heading
of
the
Rugby
Mystery
,
filled
many
columns
of
the
daily
Press
in
the
spring
of
the
year
1892
.
Coming
as
it
did
at
a
period
of
exceptional
dullness
,
it
attracted
perhaps
rather
more
attention
than
it
deserved
,
but
it
offered
to
the
public
that
mixture
of
the
whimsical
and
the
tragic
which
is
most
stimulating
to
the
popular
imagination
.
Interest
drooped
,
however
,
when
,
after
weeks
of
fruitless
investigation
,
it
was
found
that
no
final
explanation
of
the
facts
was
forthcoming
,
and
the
tragedy
seemed
from
that
time
to
the
present
to
have
finally
taken
its
place
in
the
dark
catalogue
of
inexplicable
and
unexpiated
crimes
.
A
recent
communication
(
the
authenticity
of
which
appears
to
be
above
question
)
has
,
however
,
thrown
some
new
and
clear
light
upon
the
matter
.
Before
laying
it
before
the
public
it
would
be
as
well
,
perhaps
,
that
I
should
refresh
their
memories
as
to
the
singular
facts
upon
which
this
commentary
is
founded
.
These
facts
were
briefly
as
follows
:
At
five
o
’
clock
on
the
evening
of
the
18th
of
March
in
the
year
already
mentioned
a
train
left
Euston
Station
for
Manchester
.
It
was
a
rainy
,
squally
day
,
which
grew
wilder
as
it
progressed
,
so
it
was
by
no
means
the
weather
in
which
anyone
would
travel
who
was
not
driven
to
do
so
by
necessity
.
The
train
,
however
,
is
a
favourite
one
among
Manchester
business
men
who
are
returning
from
town
,
for
it
does
the
journey
in
four
hours
and
twenty
minutes
,
with
only
three
stoppages
upon
the
way
.
In
spite
of
the
inclement
evening
it
was
,
therefore
,
fairly
well
filled
upon
the
occasion
of
which
I
speak
.
The
guard
of
the
train
was
a
tried
servant
of
the
company
—
a
man
who
had
worked
for
twenty
-
two
years
without
a
blemish
or
complaint
.
His
name
was
John
Palmer
.
The
station
clock
was
upon
the
stroke
of
five
,
and
the
guard
was
about
to
give
the
customary
signal
to
the
engine
-
driver
when
he
observed
two
belated
passengers
hurrying
down
the
platform
.
The
one
was
an
exceptionally
tall
man
,
dressed
in
a
long
black
overcoat
with
astrakhan
collar
and
cuffs
.
I
have
already
said
that
the
evening
was
an
inclement
one
,
and
the
tall
traveller
had
the
high
,
warm
collar
turned
up
to
protect
his
throat
against
the
bitter
March
wind
.
He
appeared
,
as
far
as
the
guard
could
judge
by
so
hurried
an
inspection
,
to
be
a
man
between
fifty
and
sixty
years
of
age
,
who
had
retained
a
good
deal
of
the
vigour
and
activity
of
his
youth
.
In
one
hand
he
carried
a
brown
leather
Gladstone
bag
.
His
companion
was
a
lady
,
tall
and
erect
,
walking
with
a
vigorous
step
which
outpaced
the
gentleman
beside
her
.
She
wore
a
long
,
fawn
-
coloured
dust
-
cloak
,
a
black
,
close
-
fitting
toque
,
and
a
dark
veil
which
concealed
the
greater
part
of
her
face
.
The
two
might
very
well
have
passed
as
father
and
daughter
.
They
walked
swiftly
down
the
line
of
carriages
,
glancing
in
at
the
windows
,
until
the
guard
,
John
Palmer
,
overtook
them
.
"
Now
then
,
sir
,
look
sharp
,
the
train
is
going
,
"
said
he
.
"
First
-
class
,
"
the
man
answered
.
The
guard
turned
the
handle
of
the
nearest
door
.
In
the
carriage
which
he
had
opened
,
there
sat
a
small
man
with
a
cigar
in
his
mouth
.
