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Short Stories (story)

A Scandal in Bohemia (scan)

50835    'I think, Watson, that you have put on seven and a half pounds since I saw you.'
50836    'Seven,' I answered.
50837    'Indeed, I should have thought a little more.
50838    Just a trifle more, I fancy, Watson.
50839    And in practice again, I observe.
50840    You did not tell me that you intended to go into harness.'
50841    'Then, how do you know?'
50842    'I see it, I deduce it.
50843    How do I know that you have been getting yourself very wet lately, and that you have a most clumsy and careless servant girl?'
50844    'My dear Holmes,' said I, 'this is too much.
50845    You would certainly have been burned had you lived a few centuries ago.
50846    It is true that I had a country walk on Thursday and came home in a dreadful mess; but, as I have changed my clothes, I can't imagine how you deduce it.
50847    As to Mary Jane, she is incorrigible, and my wife has given her notice; but there again I fail to see how you work it out.'
50848    He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long nervous hands together.
50849    'It is simplicity itself,' said he; 'my eyes tell me that on the inside of your left shoe, just where the firelight strikes it, the leather is scored by six almost parallel cuts.

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