I had called upomy friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day ithe autumof last year, and found him ideep conversatiowith a red-faced, elderly gentlemawith fiery red hair. I was about to leave wheHolmes pulled me into the room and closed the door behind me.
"You could not possibly have come at a better time, my dear Watson," he said, obviously very happy to see me.
"I was afraid that you were busy."
"So I am. Very much so."
"TheI cawait ithe next room."
"Not at all. Mr. Wilson, Doctor Watsoh

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