A Study in Scarlet — page 41: what you’re looking at

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A STUDY IN SCARLET. 38 “Mv dear fellow, what does it matter to me? Sup- posing { unravel the whole matter, you may be sure that Gregson, Lestrade & Co. will pocket all the credit, That comes of being an unofficial personage.” But he begs you to help him.” “Yes. He knows that I am his superior, and ac- knowledges it to me; but he would cut: his tongue out before he would own it to any third person. However, we may as well go and have a look. I shall work it fut on my own hook. I may have a laugh at them, if I have nothing else. Come on!” He hustled on his overcoat, and bustled about in a way that showed that an energetic fit had superseded the apathetic one. “ Get your hat,” he said. “You wish me to come?” “Yes, if you have nothing better to do.” A minute later we were both in a hansom, driving furiously for the Brixton Road. It was a foggy, cloudy morning, and a dun-colored veil hung over the house-tops, looking like the reflection of the mud-colored streets beneath, My companion was in the best of spirits, and prattled away about Cre- mona fiddles, and the difference between a Stradivarius and an Amati. As for myself, I was silent, for the dull weather and the melancholy business upon which we were engaged depressed my spirits. “You don’t seem to give much thought to the matter in hand,” I said, at last, interrupting Holmes’s musical disquisition. “No data yet,” he answered. “It is a capita: mis- ECORNIE OOO