A Study in Scarlet — page 23: what you’re looking at

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A STUDY IN SCARLET. 15 “Do you include violin-playing in your category of rows?” he asked, anxiously. “Tt depends on the player,” I answered. “A well- played violin is a treat for the gods; a badly played one—” “ Oh, that’s all right,” he cried, with a merry laugh. “‘T think we may consider the thing as séttled—that is, if the rooms are agreeable to you.” “When shall we see them P? ” “Call for me here at noon to-morrow, and we'll go together and settle everything,” he answered. “ All right—noon exactly,” said I, shaking his hand. We left him working among his chemicals, and we walked together toward my hotel. “By the way,” I asked, suddenly, stopping and turn- ing upon Stamford, “how the deuce did he know that I had come from Afghanistane” My companion smiled an enigmatical smile. “That’s just his little peculiarity,” he said. “A good many people have wanted to know how he finds things out.” ‘Oh, a mystery, is it?” I cried, rubbing my hands. “‘This is very piquant. I am much obliged to you for bringing us together. ‘The proper study of mankind is man,’ you know.” “You must study him, then,” Stamford said, as he bid me good-by. You'll find him a knotty problem, though. I'll wager he learns more about you than you about him. Good-by.” “ Good-by,” I answered ; and strolled on to my hotel, considerably interested in my new acquaintance. GOMiGcdoo