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The Lauriston Garden Mystery

           Hishandswereclenchedandhisarmsthrownabroad,whilehislowerlimbswereinterlockedasthoughhisdeathstrugglehadbeenagrievousone. Onhisrigidfacetherestoodanexpressionofhorror,andasitseemedtome,ofhatred,suchasIhaveneverseenuponhumanfeatures. Thismalignantandterriblecontortion,combinedwiththelowforehead,bluntnose,andprognathousjawgavethedeadmanasingularlysimiousandape-likeappearance,whichwasincreasedbyhiswrithing,unnaturalposture. Ihaveseendeathinmanyforms,butneverhasitappearedtomeinamorefearsomeaspectthaninthatdarkgrimyapartment,whichlookedoutupononeofthemainarteriesofsuburbanLondon. 

           Lestrade,leanandferret-likeasever,wasstandingbythedoorway,andgreetedmycompanionandmyself. 

           “Thiscasewillmakeastir,sir,”heremarked. “ItbeatsanythingIhaveseen,andIamnochicken.” 

           “Thereisnoclue?”saidGregson. 

           “Noneatall,”chimedinLestrade. 

           SherlockHolmesapproachedthebody,and,kneelingdown,examineditintently. “Youaresurethatthereisnowound?”heasked,pointingtonumerousgoutsandsplashesofbloodwhichlayallround. 

           “Positive!”criedbothdetectives. 

           “Then,ofcourse,thisbloodbelongstoasecondindividual8presumablythemurderer,ifmurderhasbeencommitted. ItremindsmeofthecircumstancesattendantonthedeathofVanJansen,inUtrecht,intheyear‘34. Doyourememberthecase,Gregson?” 

           “No,sir.” 

           “Readitupyoureallyshould. Thereisnothingnewunderthesun. Ithasallbeendonebefore.” 

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