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The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez
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ImayhaveremarkedbeforethatHolmeshad,whenheliked,apeculiarlyingratiatingwaywithwomen,andthatheveryreadilyestablishedtermsofconfidencewiththem.Inhalfthetimewhichhehadnamed,hehadcapturedthehousekeeper’sgoodwillandwaschattingwithherasifhehadknownherforyears.
“Yes,Mr.Holmes,itisasyousay,sir.Hedoessmokesomethingterrible.Alldayandsometimesallnight,sir.I’veseenthatroomofamorning—well,sir,you’dhavethoughtitwasaLondonfog.PooryoungMr.Smith,hewasasmokeralso,butnotasbadastheprofessor.Hishealth—well,Idon’tknowthatit’sbetternorworseforthesmoking.”
“Ah!”saidHolmes,“butitkillstheappetite.”
“Well,Idon’tknowaboutthat,sir.”
“Isupposetheprofessoreatshardlyanything?”
“Well,heisvariable.I’llsaythatforhim.”
“I’llwagerhetooknobreakfastthismorning,andwon’tfacehislunchafterallthecigarettesIsawhimconsume.”
“Well,you’reoutthere,sir,asithappens,forheatearemarkablebigbreakfastthismorning.Idon’tknowwhenI’veknownhimmakeabetterone,andhe’sorderedagooddishofcutletsforhislunch.I’msurprisedmyself,forsinceIcameintothatroomyesterdayandsawyoungMr.Smithlyingthereonthefloor,Icouldn’tbeartolookatfood.Well,ittakesallsortstomakeaworld,andtheprofessorhasn’tletittakehisappetiteaway.”
Weloiteredthemorningawayinthegarden.
