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A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D.

           Insteadofgraspingatthechanceofsafetywhichthatofferedhim,hesprangfromhisbedandflewatmythroat. Inself-defenceIstabbedhimtotheheart. Itwouldhavebeenthesameinanycase,forProvidencewouldneverhaveallowedhisguiltyhandtopickoutanythingbutthepoison. 

           “Ihavelittlemoretosay,andit’saswell,forIamaboutdoneup. Iwentoncabbingitforadayorso,intendingtokeepatituntilIcouldsaveenoughtotakemebacktoAmerica. IwasstandingintheyardwhenaraggedyoungsteraskediftherewasacabbytherecalledJeffersonHope,andsaidthathiscabwaswantedbyagentlemanat221B,BakerStreet. Iwentround,suspectingnoharm,andthenextthingIknew,thisyoungmanherehadthebraceletsonmywrists,andasneatlysnackled27aseverIsawinmylife. That’sthewholeofmystory,gentlemen. Youmayconsidermetobeamurderer;butIholdthatIamjustasmuchanofficerofjusticeasyouare.” 

           Sothrillinghadtheman’snarrativebeen,andhismannerwassoimpressivethatwehadsatsilentandabsorbed. Eventheprofessionaldetectives,blaséastheywereineverydetailofcrime,appearedtobekeenlyinterestedintheman’sstory. WhenhefinishedwesatforsomeminutesinastillnesswhichwasonlybrokenbythescratchingofLestrade’spencilashegavethefinishingtouchestohisshorthandaccount. 

           “ThereisonlyonepointonwhichIshouldlikealittlemoreinformation,”SherlockHolmessaidatlast. “WhowasyouraccomplicewhocamefortheringwhichIadvertised?” 

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