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           Andmywordsweretrue,forshortlyaftereightahansomdasheduptothedoorandourfriendgotoutofit.Standinginthewindowwesawthathislefthandwasswathedinabandageandthathisfacewasverygrimandpale.Heenteredthehouse,butitwassomelittletimebeforehecameupstairs.

           "Helookslikeabeatenman,"criedPhelps.

           Iwasforcedtoconfessthathewasright."Afterall,"saidI,"theclueofthematterliesprobablyhereintown."

           Phelpsgaveagroan.

           "Idon’tknowhowitis,"saidhe,"butIhadhopedforsomuchfromhisreturn.Butsurelyhishandwasnottieduplikethatyesterday.Whatcanbethematter?"

           "Youarenotwounded,Holmes?"Iaskedasmyfriendenteredtheroom.

           "Tut,itisonlyascratchthroughmyownclumsiness,"heanswered,noddinghisgood-morningtous."Thiscaseofyours,Mr.Phelps,iscertainlyoneofthedarkestwhichIhaveeverinvestigated."

           "Ifearedthatyouwouldfinditbeyondyou."

           "Ithasbeenamostremarkableexperience."

           "Thatbandagetellsofadventures,"saidI."Won’tyoutelluswhathashappened?"

           "Afterbreakfast,mydearWatson.RememberthatIhavebreathedthirtymilesofSurreyairthismorning.Isupposethattherehasbeennoanswerfrommycabmanadvertisement?Well,well,wecannotexpecttoscoreeverytime.