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The Red-Headed League (redh)

55989    'What I expected to see.'
55990    'Why did you beat the pavement?'
55991    'My dear Doctor, this is a time for observation, not for talk.
55992    We are spies in an enemy's country.
55993    We know something of Saxe-Coburg Square.
55994    Let us now explore the paths which lie behind it.'
55995    The road in which we found ourselves as we turned round the corner from the retired Saxe-Coburg Square presented as great a contrast to it as the front of a picture does to the back.
55996    It was one of the main arteries which convey the traffic of the City to the north and west.
55997    The roadway was blocked with the immense stream of commerce flowing in a double tide inwards and outwards, while the footpaths were black with the hurrying swarm of pedestrians.
55998    It was difficult to realize as we looked at the line of fine shops and stately business premises that they really abutted on the other side upon the faded and stagnant square which we had just quitted.
55999    'Let me see,' said Holmes, standing at the corner, and glancing along the line, 'I should like just to remember the order of the houses here.
56000    It is a hobby of mine to have an exact knowledge of London.
56001    There is Mortimer's, the tobacconist, the little newspaper shop, the Coburg branch of the City and Suburban Bank, the Vegetarian Restaurant, and McFarlane's carriage-building depôt.
56002    That carries us right on to the other block.
56003    And now, Doctor, we've done our work, so it's time we had some play.

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