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The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez
ThisWilloughbySmithhasnothingagainsthim,eitherasaboyatUppinghamorasayoungmanatCambridge.Ihaveseenhistestimonials,andfromthefirsthewasadecent,quiet,hard-workingfellow,withnoweakspotinhimatall.Andyetthisistheladwhohasmethisdeaththismorningintheprofessor’sstudyundercircumstanceswhichcanpointonlytomurder.”
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“NowIwillgiveyoutheevidenceofSusanTarlton,whoistheonlypersonwhocansayanythingpositiveaboutthematter.Itwasintheforenoon,betweenelevenandtwelve.
