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Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

           Whenitcomestobeatingthesubjectsinthedissecting-roomswithastick,itiscertainlytakingratherabizarreshape.” 

           “Beatingthesubjects!” 

           “Yes,toverifyhowfarbruisesmaybeproducedafterdeath. Isawhimatitwithmyowneyes.” 

           “Andyetyousayheisnotamedicalstudent?” 

           “No.Heavenknowswhattheobjectsofhisstudiesare. Buthereweare,andyoumustformyourownimpressionsabouthim.” Ashespoke,weturneddownanarrowlaneandpassedthroughasmallside-door,whichopenedintoawingofthegreathospital. Itwasfamiliargroundtome,andIneedednoguidingasweascendedthebleakstonestaircaseandmadeourwaydownthelongcorridorwithitsvistaofwhitewashedwallanddun-coloureddoors. Nearthefurtherendalowarchedpassagebranchedawayfromitandledtothechemicallaboratory. 

           Thiswasaloftychamber,linedandlitteredwithcountlessbottles. Broad,lowtableswerescatteredabout,whichbristledwithretorts,test-tubes,andlittleBunsenlamps,withtheirblueflickeringflames. Therewasonlyonestudentintheroom,whowasbendingoveradistanttableabsorbedinhiswork. Atthesoundofourstepsheglancedroundandsprangtohisfeetwithacryofpleasure. “I’vefoundit!I’vefoundit,”heshoutedtomycompanion,runningtowardsuswithatest-tubeinhishand. “Ihavefoundare-agentwhichisprecipitatedbyhoemoglobin,4andbynothingelse.”Hadhediscoveredagoldmine,greaterdelightcouldnothaveshoneuponhisfeatures. 

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