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           “ByJove,Watson,I’vegotit!”hecried.“Takeyourhat!Comewithme!”HehurriedathistopspeeddownBakerStreetandalongOxfordStreet,untilwehadalmostreachedRegentCircus.Here,onthelefthand,therestandsashopwindowfilledwithphotographsofthecelebritiesandbeautiesoftheday.Holmes’seyesfixedthemselvesupononeofthem,andfollowinghisgazeIsawthepictureofaregalandstatelyladyinCourtdress,withahighdiamondtiarauponhernoblehead.Ilookedatthatdelicatelycurvednose,atthemarkedeyebrows,atthestraightmouth,andthestronglittlechinbeneathit.ThenIcaughtmybreathasIreadthetime-honouredtitleofthegreatnoblemanandstatesmanwhosewifeshehadbeen.MyeyesmetthoseofHolmes,andheputhisfingertohislipsasweturnedawayfromthewindow.