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           SomechalkmarksoverthewaistcoatpocketweretheonlysignsofbilliardswhichIcouldseeinoneofthem.Theotherwasaverysmall,darkfellow,withhishatpushedbackandseveralpackagesunderhisarm.

           "Anoldsoldier,Iperceive,"saidSherlock.

           "Andveryrecentlydischarged,"remarkedthebrother.

           "ServedinIndia,Isee."

           "Andanon-commissionedofficer."

           "RoyalArtillery,Ifancy,"saidSherlock.

           "Andawidower."

           "Butwithachild."

           "Children,mydearboy,children."

           "Come,"saidI,laughing,"thisisalittletoomuch."

           "Surely."answeredHolmes,"itisnothardtosaythatamanwiththatbearing,expressionofauthority,andsun-bakedskin,isasoldier,ismorethanaprivate,andisnotlongfromIndia."

           "Thathehasnotlefttheservicelongisshownbyhisstillwearinghisammunitionboots,astheyarecalled,"observedMycroft.

           "Hehadnotthecavalrystride,yetheworehishatononeside,asisshownbythelighterskinonthatsideofhisbrow.Hisweightisagainsthisbeingasapper.Heisintheartillery."

           "Then,ofcourse,hiscompletemourningshowsthathehaslostsomeoneverydear.Thefactthatheisdoinghisownshoppinglooksasthoughitwerehiswife.Hehasbeenbuyingthingsforchildren,youperceive.Thereisarattle,whichshowsthatoneofthemisveryyoung.