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Tobias Gregson shows what he can do.

           “Takeaseat,andtryoneofthesecigars,”hesaid. “Weareanxioustoknowhowyoumanagedit. Willyouhavesomewhiskeyandwater?” 

           “Idon’tmindifIdo,”thedetectiveanswered. “ThetremendousexertionswhichIhavegonethroughduringthelastdayortwohavewornmeout. Notsomuchbodilyexertion,youunderstand,asthestrainuponthemind. Youwillappreciatethat,Mr.SherlockHolmes,forwearebothbrain-workers.” 

           “Youdometoomuchhonour,”saidHolmes,gravely. “Letushearhowyouarrivedatthismostgratifyingresult.” 

           Thedetectiveseatedhimselfinthearm-chair,andpuffedcomplacentlyathiscigar. Thensuddenlyheslappedhisthighinaparoxysmofamusement. 

           “Thefunofitis,”hecried,“thatthatfoolLestrade,whothinkshimselfsosmart,hasgoneoffuponthewrongtrackaltogether. HeisafterthesecretaryStangerson,whohadnomoretodowiththecrimethanthebabeunborn. Ihavenodoubtthathehascaughthimbythistime.” 

           TheideatickledGregsonsomuchthathelaugheduntilhechoked. 

           “Andhowdidyougetyourclue?” 

           “Ah,I’lltellyouallaboutit. Ofcourse,DoctorWatson,thisisstrictlybetweenourselves. ThefirstdifficultywhichwehadtocontendwithwasthefindingofthisAmerican’santecedents. Somepeoplewouldhavewaiteduntiltheiradvertisementswereanswered,oruntilpartiescameforwardandvolunteeredinformation. ThatisnotTobiasGregson’swayofgoingtowork. Yourememberthehatbesidethedeadman?” 

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