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He was further fortunate in having in his assistants, Dr Escott and Dr Sherlaw, two young gentlemen whose medical knowledge was almost equal to the affability of their manners and the excellence of their family connections. One November night these two were sitting over a comfortable fire in Sherlaw’s room.
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.
This frequently happens, as there is a branch line beyond Pegram. Mr. Sherlaw Kombs pondered for a few moments, smoking his pipe silently. 'I presume you wish the solution in time for tomorrow's paper? 'Bless my soul, no. The editor thought if you evolved a theory in a month you would do well. 'My dear sir, I do not deal with theories, but with facts.
“Well,” said Sherlaw, drawing his chair up to the fire again, “I’ll tell you just what did happen, and you can make what you can out of it. Of course, I suppose it’s all right, really, but—well, the proceedings were a little unusual, don’t you know. “I went down to the door, and there I found a four-wheeler with a man standing beside it.
'Ah, Valmont, said the young man, patting his wife affectionately on the shoulder, 'nothing on earth can be more genuine than that ceremony was. And the volatile Lady Alicia snuggled closer to him. The Adventures of Sherlaw Kombs I dropped in on my friend, Sherlaw Kombs, to hear what he had to say about the Pegram mystery, as it had come to be called in the newspapers.
“It’s very late for any one to be coming in,” said Escott. The sound grew clearer and more unmistakably like a cab rattling quickly up the drive. “It is a cab,” said Sherlaw. They heard it draw up before the front door, and then there came a pause. “Who the deuce can it be?” muttered Escott. In a few minutes there came a knock at the door, and a servant entered. “A new case, sir.
Dr Sherlaw was away for a little time, and when he returned his cheerful face wore a somewhat mystified expression. “Well?” asked Escott. “Rather a rum case,” said his colleague, thoughtfully. “What’s the matter?” “Don’t know.” “Who was it?” “Don’t know that either.” Escott opened his eyes. “What happened, then?”
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.
This frequently happens, as there is a branch line beyond Pegram." Mr. Sherlaw Kombs pondered for a few moments, smoking his pipe silently. "I presume you wish the solution in time for to-morrow's paper?" "Bless my soul, no. The editor thought if you evolved a theory in a month you would do well." "My dear sir, I do not deal with theories, but with facts.
"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.
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