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“
What
has
it
turned
to
,
then
?
”
“
To
murder
.
Mr
.
Harker
,
will
you
tell
these
gentlemen
exactly
what
has
occurred
?
”
The
man
in
the
dressing
-
gown
turned
upon
us
with
a
most
melancholy
face
.
“
It
’
s
an
extraordinary
thing
,
”
said
he
,
“
that
all
my
life
I
have
been
collecting
other
people
’
s
news
,
and
now
that
a
real
piece
of
news
has
come
my
own
way
I
am
so
confused
and
bothered
that
I
can
’
t
put
two
words
together
.
If
I
had
come
in
here
as
a
journalist
,
I
should
have
interviewed
myself
and
had
two
columns
in
every
evening
paper
.
As
it
is
,
I
am
giving
away
valuable
copy
by
telling
my
story
over
and
over
to
a
string
of
different
people
,
and
I
can
make
no
use
of
it
myself
.
However
,
I
’
ve
heard
your
name
,
Mr
.
Sherlock
Holmes
,
and
if
you
’
ll
only
explain
this
queer
business
,
I
shall
be
paid
for
my
trouble
in
telling
you
the
story
.
”
Holmes
sat
down
and
listened
.
“
It
all
seems
to
centre
round
that
bust
of
Napoleon
which
I
bought
for
this
very
room
about
four
months
ago
.
I
picked
it
up
cheap
from
Harding
Brothers
,
two
doors
from
the
High
Street
Station
.
A
great
deal
of
my
journalistic
work
is
done
at
night
,
and
I
often
write
until
the
early
morning
.
So
it
was
to
-
day
.
I
was
sitting
in
my
den
,
which
is
at
the
back
of
the
top
of
the
house
,
about
three
o
’
clock
,
when
I
was
convinced
that
I
heard
some
sounds
downstairs
.
I
listened
,
but
they
were
not
repeated
,
and
I
concluded
that
they
came
from
outside
.
Then
suddenly
,
about
five
minutes
later
,
there
came
a
most
horrible
yell
—
the
most
dreadful
sound
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
that
ever
I
heard
.
It
will
ring
in
my
ears
as
long
as
I
live
.
I
sat
frozen
with
horror
for
a
minute
or
two
.
Then
I
seized
the
poker
and
went
downstairs
.
When
I
entered
this
room
I
found
the
window
wide
open
,
and
I
at
once
observed
that
the
bust
was
gone
from
the
mantelpiece
.
Why
any
burglar
should
take
such
a
thing
passes
my
understanding
,
for
it
was
only
a
plaster
cast
and
of
no
real
value
whatever
.
“
You
can
see
for
yourself
that
anyone
going
out
through
that
open
window
could
reach
the
front
doorstep
by
taking
a
long
stride
.
This
was
clearly
what
the
burglar
had
done
,
so
I
went
round
and
opened
the
door
.
Stepping
out
into
the
dark
,
I
nearly
fell
over
a
dead
man
,
who
was
lying
there
.
I
ran
back
for
a
light
and
there
was
the
poor
fellow
,
a
great
gash
in
his
throat
and
the
whole
place
swimming
in
blood
.
He
lay
on
his
back
,
his
knees
drawn
up
,
and
his
mouth
horribly
open
.
I
shall
see
him
in
my
dreams
.
I
had
just
time
to
blow
on
my
police
-
whistle
,
and
then
I
must
have
fainted
,
for
I
knew
nothing
more
until
I
found
the
policeman
standing
over
me
in
the
hall
.
”
“
Well
,
who
was
the
murdered
man
?
”
asked
Holmes
.
“
There
’
s
nothing
to
show
who
he
was
,
”
said
Lestrade
.
“
You
shall
see
the
body
at
the
mortuary
,
but
we
have
made
nothing
of
it
up
to
now
.
He
is
a
tall
man
,
sunburned
,
very
powerful
,
not
more
than
thirty
.
He
is
poorly
dressed
,
and
yet
does
not
appear
to
be
a
labourer
.
A
horn
-
handled
clasp
knife
was
lying
in
a
pool
of
blood
beside
him
.
Whether
it
was
the
weapon
which
did
the
deed
,
or
whether
it
belonged
to
the
dead
man
,
I
do
not
know
.
There
was
no
name
on
his
clothing
,
and
nothing
in
his
pockets
save
an
apple
,
some
string
,
a
shilling
map
of
London
,
and
a
photograph
.
Here
it
is
.
”
