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The Red-Headed League (redh)

56041    'Our friend here is a wonderful man for starting a chase.
56042    All he wants is an old dog to help him to do the running down.'
56043    'I hope a wild goose may not prove to be the end of our chase,' observed Mr. Merryweather gloomily.
56044    'You may place considerable confidence in Mr. Holmes, sir,' said the police agent loftily.
56045    'He has his own little methods, which are, if he won't mind my saying so, just a little too theoretical and fantastic, but he has the makings of a detective in him.
56046    It is not too much to say that once or twice, as in that business of the Sholto murder and the Agra treasure, he has been more nearly correct than the official force.'
56047    'Oh, if you say so, Mr. Jones, it is all right!' said the stranger, with deference.
56048    'Still, I confess that I miss my rubber.
56049    It is the first Saturday night for seven-and-twenty years that I have not had my rubber.'
56050    'I think you will find,' said Sherlock Holmes, 'that you will play for a higher stake to-night than you have ever done yet, and that the play will be more exciting.
56051    For you, Mr. Merryweather, the stake will be some thirty thousand pounds; and for you, Jones, it will be the man upon whom you wish to lay your hands.'
56052    'John Clay, the murderer, thief, smasher, and forger.
56053    He's a young man, Mr. Merryweather, but he is at the head of his profession, and I would rather have my bracelets on him than on any criminal in London.
56054    He's a remarkable man, is young John Clay.
56055    His grandfather was a Royal Duke, and he himself has been to Eton and Oxford.

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