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“
Well
,
you
’
re
out
there
,
sir
,
as
it
happens
,
for
he
ate
a
remarkable
big
breakfast
this
morning
.
I
don
’
t
know
when
I
’
ve
known
him
make
a
better
one
,
and
he
’
s
ordered
a
good
dish
of
cutlets
for
his
lunch
.
I
’
m
surprised
myself
,
for
since
I
came
into
that
room
yesterday
and
saw
young
Mr
.
Smith
lying
there
on
the
floor
,
I
couldn
’
t
bear
to
look
at
food
.
Well
,
it
takes
all
sorts
to
make
a
world
,
and
the
professor
hasn
’
t
let
it
take
his
appetite
away
.
”
We
loitered
the
morning
away
in
the
garden
.
Stanley
Hopkins
had
gone
down
to
the
village
to
look
into
some
rumours
of
a
strange
woman
who
had
been
seen
by
some
children
on
the
Chatham
Road
the
previous
morning
.
As
to
my
friend
,
all
his
usual
energy
seemed
to
have
deserted
him
.
I
had
never
known
him
handle
a
case
in
such
a
half
-
hearted
fashion
.
Even
the
news
brought
back
by
Hopkins
that
he
had
found
the
children
,
and
that
they
had
undoubtedly
seen
a
woman
exactly
corresponding
with
Holmes
’
s
description
,
and
wearing
either
spectacles
or
eyeglasses
,
failed
to
rouse
any
sign
of
keen
interest
.
He
was
more
attentive
when
Susan
,
who
waited
upon
us
at
lunch
,
volunteered
the
information
that
she
believed
Mr
.
Smith
had
been
out
for
a
walk
yesterday
morning
,
and
that
he
had
only
returned
half
an
hour
before
the
tragedy
occurred
.
I
could
not
myself
see
the
bearing
of
this
incident
,
but
I
clearly
perceived
that
Holmes
was
weaving
it
into
the
general
scheme
which
he
had
formed
in
his
brain
.
Suddenly
he
sprang
from
his
chair
and
glanced
at
his
watch
.
“
Two
o
’
clock
,
gentlemen
,
”
said
he
.
“
We
must
go
up
and
have
it
out
with
our
friend
,
the
professor
.
”
The
old
man
had
just
finished
his
lunch
,
and
certainly
his
empty
dish
bore
evidence
to
the
good
appetite
with
which
his
housekeeper
had
credited
him
.
He
was
,
indeed
,
a
weird
figure
as
he
turned
his
white
mane
and
his
glowing
eyes
towards
us
.
The
eternal
cigarette
smouldered
in
his
mouth
.
He
had
been
dressed
and
was
seated
in
an
armchair
by
the
fire
.
“
Well
,
Mr
.
Holmes
,
have
you
solved
this
mystery
yet
?
”
He
shoved
the
large
tin
of
cigarettes
which
stood
on
a
table
beside
him
towards
my
companion
.
Holmes
stretched
out
his
hand
at
the
same
moment
,
and
between
them
they
tipped
the
box
over
the
edge
.
For
a
minute
or
two
we
were
all
on
our
knees
retrieving
stray
cigarettes
from
impossible
places
.
When
we
rose
again
,
I
observed
Holmes
’
s
eyes
were
shining
and
his
cheeks
tinged
with
colour
.
Only
at
a
crisis
have
I
seen
those
battle
-
signals
flying
.
“
Yes
,
”
said
he
,
“
I
have
solved
it
.
”
Stanley
Hopkins
and
I
stared
in
amazement
.
Something
like
a
sneer
quivered
over
the
gaunt
features
of
the
old
professor
.
“
Indeed
!
In
the
garden
?
”
“
No
,
here
.
”
