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           "Smartfellow,that,"observedHolmesaswewalkedaway. "Heis,inmyjudgment,thefourthsmartestmaninLondon,andfordaringIamnotsurethathehasnotaclaimtobethird. Ihaveknownsomethingofhimbefore." 

           "Evidently,"saidI,"Mr.Wilson’sassistantcountsforagooddealinthismysteryoftheRed-headedLeague. Iamsurethatyouinquiredyourwaymerelyinorderthatyoumightseehim." 

           "Nothim." 

           "Whatthen?" 

           "Thekneesofhistrousers." 

           "Andwhatdidyousee?" 

           "WhatIexpectedtosee." 

           "Whydidyoubeatthepavement?" 

           "Mydeardoctor,thisisatimeforobservation,notfortalk. Wearespiesinanenemy’scountry. WeknowsomethingofSaxe-CoburgSquare. Letusnowexplorethepartswhichliebehindit." 

           TheroadinwhichwefoundourselvesasweturnedroundthecornerfromtheretiredSaxe-CoburgSquarepresentedasgreatacontrasttoitasthefrontofapicturedoestotheback. ItwasoneofthemainarterieswhichconveyedthetrafficoftheCitytothenorthandwest. Theroadwaywasblockedwiththeimmensestreamofcommerceflowinginadoubletideinwardandoutward,whilethefootpathswereblackwiththehurryingswarmofpedestrians.