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The Man with the Twisted Lip

           "Well,Idon’tknowwhynot,"saidtheinspector. "Hedoesn’tlookacredittotheBowStreetcells,doeshe?" Heslippedhiskeyintothelock,andweallveryquietlyenteredthecell. Thesleeperhalfturned,andthensettleddownoncemoreintoadeepslumber. Holmesstoopedtothewaterjug,moistenedhissponge,andthenrubbedittwicevigorouslyacrossanddowntheprisoner’sface. 

           "Letmeintroduceyou,"heshouted,"toMr.NevilleSt.Clair,ofLee,inthecountyofKent." 

           NeverinmylifehaveIseensuchasight. Theman’sfacepeeledoffunderthespongelikethebarkfromatree. Gonewasthecoarsebrowntint! Gone,too,wasthehorridscarwhichhadseameditacross,andthetwistedlipwhichhadgiventherepulsivesneertotheface! Atwitchbroughtawaythetangledredhair,andthere,sittingupinhisbed,wasapale,sad-faced,refined-lookingman,black-hairedandsmooth-skinned,rubbinghiseyesandstaringabouthimwithsleepybewilderment. Thensuddenlyrealizingtheexposure,hebrokeintoascreamandthrewhimselfdownwithhisfacetothepillow. 

           "Greatheavens!"criedtheinspector,"itis,indeed,themissingman. Iknowhimfromthephotograph." 

           Theprisonerturnedwiththerecklessairofamanwhoabandonshimselftohisdestiny. "Beitso,"saidhe. "AndpraywhatamIchargedwith?" 

           "WithmakingawaywithMr.NevilleSt. Oh,come,youcan’tbechargedwiththatunlesstheymakeacaseofattemptedsuicideofit,"saidtheinspectorwithagrin. "Well,Ihavebeentwenty-sevenyearsintheforce,butthisreallytakesthecake." 

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