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           Now,then!Youseethisotherpageinredink?Well,thatisalistofmytownsuppliers.Now,lookatthatthirdname.Justreaditouttome." 

           "Mrs.Oakshott,117,BrixtonRoad—249,"readHolmes. 

           "Quiteso.Nowturnthatupintheledger." 

           Holmesturnedtothepageindicated."Hereyouare,‘Mrs.Oakshott,117,BrixtonRoad,eggandpoultrysupplier." 

           "Now,then,what’sthelastentry?" 

           "‘December22d.Twenty-fourgeeseat7s.6d.’" 

           "Quiteso.Thereyouare.Andunderneath?" 

           "‘SoldtoMr.WindigateoftheAlpha,at12s.’" 

           "Whathaveyoutosaynow?" 

           SherlockHolmeslookeddeeplychagrined. Hedrewasovereignfromhispocketandthrewitdownupontheslab,turningawaywiththeairofamanwhosedisgustistoodeepforwords. Afewyardsoffhestoppedunderalamp-postandlaughedinthehearty,noiselessfashionwhichwaspeculiartohim. 

           "Whenyouseeamanwithwhiskersofthatcutandthe‘Pink‘un’protrudingoutofhispocket,youcanalwaysdrawhimbyabet,"saidhe. "IdaresaythatifIhadput100poundsdowninfrontofhim,thatmanwouldnothavegivenmesuchcompleteinformationaswasdrawnfromhimbytheideathathewasdoingmeonawager.