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The Lauriston Garden Mystery

           Atthedoorofthehouseweweremetbyatall,white-faced,flaxen-hairedman,withanotebookinhishand,whorushedforwardandwrungmycompanion’shandwitheffusion. “Itisindeedkindofyoutocome,”hesaid,“Ihavehadeverythingleftuntouched.” 

           “Exceptthat!”myfriendanswered,pointingatthepathway. “Ifaherdofbuffaloeshadpassedalongtherecouldnotbeagreatermess. Nodoubt,however,youhaddrawnyourownconclusions,Gregson,beforeyoupermittedthis.” 

           “Ihavehadsomuchtodoinsidethehouse,”thedetectivesaidevasively. “Mycolleague,Mr.Lestrade,ishere. Ihadrelieduponhimtolookafterthis.” 

           Holmesglancedatmeandraisedhiseyebrowssardonically. “WithtwosuchmenasyourselfandLestradeupontheground,therewillnotbemuchforathirdpartytofindout,”hesaid. 

           Gregsonrubbedhishandsinaself-satisfiedway. “Ithinkwehavedoneallthatcanbedone,”heanswered; “it’saqueercasethough,andIknewyourtasteforsuchthings.” 

           “Youdidnotcomehereinacab?”askedSherlockHolmes. 

           “No,sir.” 

           “NorLestrade?” 

           “No,sir.” 

           “Thenletusgoandlookattheroom.”Withwhichinconsequentremarkhestrodeonintothehouse,followedbyGregson,whosefeaturesexpressedhisastonishment. 

           Ashortpassage,bareplankedanddusty,ledtothekitchenandoffices. 

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