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He had, for instance, a diverting habit of modifying the time, and even the tune, of the hymns on Sunday, and he confessed to having kissed all the nurses and housemaids except three. But both Escott and Sherlaw declared they had never met a more congenial spirit.

You are fit to take charge of Scotland Yard to-morrow . I am in earnest, indeed I am, sir." "Then Heaven help you," cried Kombs, slowly raising his right arm. I sprang between them. "Don't shoot!" I cried. "You will spoil the carpet. Besides, Sherlaw, don't you see the man means well. He actually thinks it is a compliment!"

There seem to be the best reasons for answering no questions about him; you understand?” “Certainly, sir,” said the two assistants, with the more assurance as they had no information to give. “I am perfectly satisfied, mind youperfectly satisfied,” added their chief. “By the way, sir,” Sherlaw ventured to remark, “hadn’t they given him something in the way of a sleeping-draught?” “Eh? Indeed?

A stranger entered. Sherlaw Kombs did not change his lounging attitude. "I wish to see Mr. Sherlaw Kombs, the detective," said the stranger, coming within the range of the smoker's vision. "This is Mr. Kombs," I remarked at last, as my friend smoked quietly, and seemed half-asleep. "Allow me to introduce myself," continued the stranger, fumbling for a card. "There is no need.

As a matter of fact, it bounced away from the line and lies among the grass about ten feet six inches from the outside rail. The only question that now remains is where the deed was committed, and the exact present position of the pistol reckoned in miles from London, but that, fortunately, is too simple to even need explanation." "Great heavens, Sherlaw!" I cried. "How can you call that simple?

They opened the door with the deceased's key. It is supposed that the pistol dropped when they were hoisting the body in the carriage. The Queen's evidence dodge didn't work, and Scotland Yard ignobly insulted my friend Sherlaw Kombs by sending him a pass to see the villains hanged. The Adventure of the Second Swag The time was Christmas Eve, 1904.

Such, indeed, proved to be the case, for one of the morning papers had contained an article eulogising the alertness and general competence of Scotland Yard. So great was Sherlaw Kombs's contempt for Scotland Yard that he never would visit Scotland during his vacations, nor would he ever admit that a Scotchman was fit for anything but export.

He left in a speechless condition, and I saw him go up the street with his hat still in his hand. Sherlaw Kombs relapsed into his old lounging attitude, with his hands clasped behind his head. The smoke came from his lips in quick puffs at first, then at longer intervals. I saw he was coming to a conclusion, so I said nothing. Finally he spoke in his most dreamy manner.

'That is just the point on which I wish to satisfy myself. Excuse me for a moment. Mr. Sherlaw Kombs drew down the window on the right hand side, and examined the top of the casing minutely with a magnifying glass. Presently he heaved a sigh of relief, and drew up the sash. 'Just as I expected, he remarked, speaking more to himself than to me.

As a matter of fact, it bounced away from the line and lies among the grass about ten feet six inches from the outside rail. The only question that now remains is where the deed was committed, and the exact present position of the pistol reckoned in miles from London, but that, fortunately, is too simple to even need explanation. 'Great heavens, Sherlaw! I cried. 'How can you call that simple?

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