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           Well,Watson,weare,Ifancy,nearingtheendofourquest,andtheonlypointwhichremainstobedeterminediswhetherweshouldgoontothisMrs.Oakshottto-night,orwhetherweshouldreserveitforto-morrow. Itisclearfromwhatthatsurlyfellowsaidthatthereareothersbesidesourselveswhoareanxiousaboutthematter,andIshould—" 

           Hisremarksweresuddenlycutshortbyaloudhubbubwhichbrokeoutfromthestallwhichwehadjustleft. Turningroundwesawalittlerat-facedfellowstandinginthecentreofthecircleofyellowlightwhichwasthrownbytheswinginglamp,whileBreckinridge,thesalesman,framedinthedoorofhisstall,wasshakinghisfistsfiercelyatthecringingfigure. 

           "I’vehadenoughofyouandyourgeese,"heshouted. "Iwishyouwereallatthedeviltogether. IfyoucomepesteringmeanymorewithyoursillytalkI’llsetthedogatyou. YoubringMrs.OakshotthereandI’llanswerher,butwhathaveyoutodowithit? DidIbuythegeeseoffyou?" 

           "No;butoneofthemwasmineallthesame,"whinedthelittleman. 

           "Well,then,askMrs.Oakshottforit." 

           "Shetoldmetoaskyou." 

           "Well,youcanasktheKingofProosia,forallIcare. I’vehadenoughofit. Getoutofthis!" Herushedfiercelyforward,andtheinquirerflittedawayintothedarkness. 

           "Ha!thismaysaveusavisittoBrixtonRoad,"whisperedHolmes. "Comewithme,andwewillseewhatistobemadeofthisfellow." Stridingthroughthescatteredknotsofpeoplewholoungedroundtheflaringstalls,mycompanionspeedilyovertookthelittlemanandtouchedhimupontheshoulder.