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And the ht of what had happened, the wilder and darker it grew I reviewed the whole extraordinary sequence of events as I rattled on through the silent gas-lit streets There was the original problem: that at least was pretty clear now The death of Captain Morstan, the sending of the pearls, the advertiseht upon all those events They had only led us, however, to a deeper and far icMorstan's baggage, the strange scene at Major Sholto's death, the rediscovery of the treasure immediately followed by the ular accompaniments to the crime, the footsteps, the re with those upon Captain Morstan's chart,--here was indeed a labyrinth in which a ht well despair of ever finding the clue

Pinchin Lane was a row of shabby two-storied brick houses in the lower quarter of Lambeth I had to knock for some time at No 3 before I could lint of a candle behind the blind, and a face looked out at the upper

"Go on, you drunken vagabone," said the face "If you kick up any s upon you"

"If you'll let one out it's just what I have coracious, I have a wiper in the bag, an' I'll drop it on your 'ead if you don't hook it"

"But I want a dog," I cried

"I won't be argued with!" shouted Mr Sheroes the wiper"

"Mr Sherlock Holical effect, for theinstantly slammed down, and within a minute the door was unbarred and open Mr Sher shoulders, a stringy neck, and blue-tinted glasses

"A friend of Mr Sherlock is alelcoer; for he bites Ah, naughty, naughty, would you take a nip at the gentleman?" This to a stoat which thrust its wicked head and red eyes between the bars of its cage "Don't s, so I gives it the run o' the room, for it keeps the bettles down You must not uyed at by the children, and there's many a one just comes down this lane to knock me up What was it that Mr Sherlock Holmes wanted, sir?"