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The Resident Patient

           

           "Withyourpermission,"saidheatlast,"Ishouldliketogoupstairsandlookintothematter."

           Webothascended,followedbythedoctor.

           Itwasadreadfulsightwhichmetusasweenteredthebedroomdoor.IhavespokenoftheimpressionofflabbinesswhichthismanBlessingtonconveyed.Ashedangledfromthehookitwasexaggeratedandintensifieduntilhewasscarcehumaninhisappearance.Theneckwasdrawnoutlikeapluckedchicken’s,makingtherestofhimseemthemoreobeseandunnaturalbythecontrast.Hewascladonlyinhislongnightdress,andhisswollenanklesandungainlyfeetprotrudedstarklyfrombeneathit.Besidehimstoodasmart-lookingpolice-inspector,whowastakingnotesinapocketbook

           "Ah,Mr.Holmes,"saidheheartilyasmyfriendentered,"Iamdelightedtoseeyou."

           "Good-morning,Lanner,"answeredHolmes,"youwon’tthinkmeanintruder,Iamsure.Haveyouheardoftheeventswhichleduptothisaffair?"

           "Yes,Iheardsomethingofthem."

           "Haveyouformedanyopinion?"

           "AsfarasIcansee,themanhasbeendrivenoutofhissensesbyfright.Thebedhasbeenwellsleptin,yousee.There’shisimpression,deepenough.It’saboutfiveinthemorning,youknow,thatsuicidesaremostcommon.Thatwouldbeabouthistimeforhanginghimself.Itseemstohavebeenaverydeliberateaffair.

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