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“
I
don
’
t
attempt
to
do
so
.
I
would
only
observe
that
there
is
a
certain
method
in
the
gentleman
’
s
eccentric
proceedings
.
For
example
,
in
Dr
.
Barnicot
’
s
hall
,
where
a
sound
might
arouse
the
family
,
the
bust
was
taken
outside
before
being
broken
,
whereas
in
the
surgery
,
where
there
was
less
danger
of
an
alarm
,
it
was
smashed
where
it
stood
.
The
affair
seems
absurdly
trifling
,
and
yet
I
dare
call
nothing
trivial
when
I
reflect
that
some
of
my
most
classic
cases
have
had
the
least
promising
commencement
.
You
will
remember
,
Watson
,
how
the
dreadful
business
of
the
Abernetty
family
was
first
brought
to
my
notice
by
the
depth
which
the
parsley
had
sunk
into
the
butter
upon
a
hot
day
.
I
can
’
t
afford
,
therefore
,
to
smile
at
your
three
broken
busts
,
Lestrade
,
and
I
shall
be
very
much
obliged
to
you
if
you
will
let
me
hear
of
any
fresh
development
of
so
singular
a
chain
of
events
.
”
The
development
for
which
my
friend
had
asked
came
in
a
quicker
and
an
infinitely
more
tragic
form
than
he
could
have
imagined
.
I
was
still
dressing
in
my
bedroom
next
morning
,
when
there
was
a
tap
at
the
door
and
Holmes
entered
,
a
telegram
in
his
hand
.
He
read
it
aloud
:
“
Come
instantly
,
131
,
Pitt
Street
,
Kensington
.
—
LESTRADE
.
”
“
What
is
it
,
then
?
”
I
asked
.
“
Don
’
t
know
—
may
be
anything
.
But
I
suspect
it
is
the
sequel
of
the
story
of
the
statues
.
In
that
case
our
friend
the
image
-
breaker
has
begun
operations
in
another
quarter
of
London
.
There
’
s
coffee
on
the
table
,
Watson
,
and
I
have
a
cab
at
the
door
.
”
In
half
an
hour
we
had
reached
Pitt
Street
,
a
quiet
little
backwater
just
beside
one
of
the
briskest
currents
of
London
life
.
No
.
131
was
one
of
a
row
,
all
flat
-
chested
,
respectable
,
and
most
unromantic
dwellings
.
As
we
drove
up
,
we
found
the
railings
in
front
of
the
house
lined
by
a
curious
crowd
.
Holmes
whistled
.
“
By
George
!
It
’
s
attempted
murder
at
the
least
.
Nothing
less
will
hold
the
London
message
-
boy
.
There
’
s
a
deed
of
violence
indicated
in
that
fellow
’
s
round
shoulders
and
outstretched
neck
.
What
’
s
this
,
Watson
?
The
top
steps
swilled
down
and
the
other
ones
dry
.
Footsteps
enough
,
anyhow
!
Well
,
well
,
there
’
s
Lestrade
at
the
front
window
,
and
we
shall
soon
know
all
about
it
.
”
The
official
received
us
with
a
very
grave
face
and
showed
us
into
a
sitting
-
room
,
where
an
exceedingly
unkempt
and
agitated
elderly
man
,
clad
in
a
flannel
dressing
-
gown
,
was
pacing
up
and
down
.
He
was
introduced
to
us
as
the
owner
of
the
house
—
Mr
.
Horace
Harker
,
of
the
Central
Press
Syndicate
.
“
It
’
s
the
Napoleon
bust
business
again
,
”
said
Lestrade
.
“
You
seemed
interested
last
night
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
so
I
thought
perhaps
you
would
be
glad
to
be
present
now
that
the
affair
has
taken
a
very
much
graver
turn
.
”
