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I don'tthink I could have done it in cold blood. It was ahundredtimes more difficult than getting up. But I had no timeto thinkof the dangerfor another stone sang past me as I hungby myhands from the edge of the ledge. Halfway down I slippedbut by theblessing of God I landedtorn and bleedingupon thepath.

I took to my heelsdid ten miles over the mountains inthedarknessand a week later I found myself in Florence with thecertaintythat no one in the world knew what had become of me. I owe you manyapologiesmy dear Watsonbut it was all-important that itshould bethought I was deadand it is quite certain that youwould nothave written so convincing an account of my unhappyend hadyou not yourself thought that it was true.

Severaltimesduring the last three years I have taken up my pen towrite toyoubut always I feared lest your affectionate regardfor meshould tempt you to some indiscretion which would betraymysecret. For that reason I turned away from you this eveningwhen youupset my booksfor I was in danger at the timeandany showof surprise and emotion upon your part might have drawnattentionto my identity and led to the most deplorable andirreparableresults.

As to MycroftI had to confide in him inorder toobtain the money which I needed.

The course of eventsin Londondid not run so well as I had hopedfor the trial oftheMoriarty gang left two of its most dangerous membersmy ownmostvindictive enemiesat liberty. I travelled for two yearsin Tibetthereforeand amused myself by visiting Lhassa andspendingsome days with the head Llama. You may have read oftheremarkable explorations of a Norwegian named SigersonbutI am surethat it never occurred to you that you were receivingnews ofyour friend.

I then passed through Persialooked in atMeccaandpaid a short but interesting visit to the Khalifa atKhartoumthe results of which I have communicated to theForeignOffice. Returning to France I spent some months in aresearchinto the coal-tar derivativeswhich I conducted in alaboratoryat Montpelierin the South of France. Havingconcludedthis to my satisfactionand learning that only one ofmy enemieswas now left in LondonI was about to return when mymovementswere hastened by the news of this very remarkable ParkLaneMysterywhich not only appealed to me by its own meritsbut whichseemed to offer some most peculiar personalopportunities.

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I came over at once to Londoncalled in my ownperson atBaker Streetthrew Mrs. Hudson into violent hystericsand foundthat Mycroft had preserved my rooms and my papersexactly asthey had always been. So it wasmy dear Watsonthat attwo o'clock to-day I found myself in my old arm-chair inmy own oldroomand only wishing that I could have seen my oldfriendWatson in the other chair which he has so often adorned.

Such wasthe remarkable narrative to which I listened on thatAprilevening -- a narrative which would have been utterlyincredibleto me had it not been confirmed by the actual sightof thetallspare figure and the keeneager facewhich I hadneverthought to see again.

In some manner he had learned of myown sadbereavementand his sympathy was shown in his mannerratherthan in his words. Let that suffice until half-past ninewhen westart upon the notable adventure of the empty house. It wasindeed like old times whenat that hourI found myselfseatedbeside him in a hansommy revolver in my pocket and thethrill ofadventure in my heart.

Holmes was cold and stern andsilent. As the gleam of the street-lamps flashed upon hisausterefeatures I saw that his brows were drawn down in thoughtand histhin lips compressed. I knew not what wild beast wewere aboutto hunt down in the dark jungle of criminal Londonbut I waswell assured from the bearing of this master huntsmanthat theadventure was a most grave onewhile the sardonicsmilewhich occasionally broke through his ascetic gloom bodedlittlegood for the object of our quest.

I hadimagined that we were bound for Baker Streetbut Holmesstoppedthe cab at the corner of Cavendish Square. I observedthat as hestepped out he gave a most searching glance to rightand leftand at every subsequent street corner he took theutmostpains to assure that he was not followed. Our route wascertainlya singular one. Holmes's knowledge of the byways ofLondon wasextraordinaryand on this occasion he passed rapidlyand withan assured stepthrough a network of mews and stablesthe veryexistence of which I had never known.

We emerged atlast intoa small roadlined with oldgloomy houseswhich ledus intoManchester Streetand so to Blandford Street. Here heturnedswiftly down a narrow passagepassed through a woodengate intoa deserted yardand then opened with a key the backdoor of ahouse. We entered together and he closed it behind us. The placewas pitch-darkbut it was evident to me that it wasan emptyhouse. Our feet creaked and crackled over the bareplankingand my outstretched hand touched a wall from which thepaper washanging in ribbons.

Holmes's coldthin fingersclosedround my wrist and led me forwards down a long halluntil Idimly saw the murky fanlight over the door.

Here Holmesturnedsuddenly to the rightand we found ourselves in a largesquareempty roomheavily shadowed in the cornersbut faintlylit in thecentre from the lights of the street beyond. There wasno lampnear and the window was thick with dustso that we couldonly justdiscern each other's figures within. My companion puthis handupon my shoulder and his lips close to my ear. Might Itrouble youmy dear Watsonto draw a little nearer tothewindowtaking every precaution not to show yourselfand thento look up at our old rooms -- the starting-point of somany ofour little adventures?

We will see if my three years ofabsencehave entirely taken away my power to surprise you. I creptforward and looked across at the familiar window. As my eyesfell upon it I gave a gasp and a cry of amazement. The blindwas down and a strong light was burning in the room. The shadowof a man who was seated in a chair within was thrown inhardblack outline upon the luminous screen of the window. There wasno mistaking the poise of the headthe squareness oftheshouldersthe sharpness of the features.

The face wasturnedhalf-roundand the effect was that of one of those blacksilhouetteswhich our grandparents loved to frame. It was aperfectreproduction of Holmes. So amazed was I that I threwout myhand to make sure that the man himself was standingbesideme. He was quivering with silent laughter. It is abust inwax. The rest I arranged myself during my visit toBakerStreet this afternoon. By the charming society whose leaderlies inthe Reichenbach Fall. You must remember that they knewand onlythey knewthat I was still alive.

Sooner or later theybelievedthat I should come back to my rooms. They watched themcontinuouslyand this morning they saw me arrive.

He is a harmless enough fellowParker by namea garroterby tradeand a remarkable performer upon the Jew'sharp. I cared nothing for him. But I cared a great deal forthe muchmore formidable person who was behind himthe bosomfriend ofMoriartythe man who dropped the rocks over the cliffthe mostcunning and dangerous criminal in London.

That is theman who isafter me to-nightWatsonand that is the man who isquiteunaware that we are after HIM. Myfriend's plans were gradually revealing themselves. From thisconvenient retreat the watchers were being watched andthetrackers tracked. That angular shadow up yonder was the baitand wewere the hunters. In silence we stood together in thedarknessand watched the hurrying figures who passed andrepassedin front of us.

Holmes was silent and motionless;but Icould tell that he was keenly alertand that his eyes werefixedintently upon the stream of passers-by. It was a bleakandboisterous nightand the wind whistled shrilly down thelongstreet. Many people were moving to and fromost of themmuffled intheir coats and cravats.

Once or twice it seemed tome that Ihad seen the same figure beforeand I especiallynoticedtwo men who appeared to be sheltering themselves fromthe windin the doorway of a house some distance up the street. I tried todraw my companion's attention to thembut he gave alittleejaculation of impatience and continued to stare into thestreet. More than once he fidgeted with his feet and tappedrapidlywith his fingers upon the wall.

It was evident to methat hewas becoming uneasy and that his plans were not workingoutaltogether as he had hoped. At lastas midnight approachedand thestreet gradually clearedhe paced up and down the roominuncontrollable agitation.

I was about to make some remark tohim when Iraised my eyes to the lighted window and againexperiencedalmost as great a surprise as before. I clutchedHolmes'sarm and pointed upwards. Threeyears had certainly not smoothed the asperities of his temperor hisimpatience with a less active intelligence than his own. We havebeen in this room two hoursand Mrs.

Hudson has madesomechange in that figure eight timesor once in every quarterof anhour. She works it from the front so that her shadow maynever beseen. In the dim light I saw his head thrown forwardhis wholeattitude rigid with attention. Outsidethe streetwasabsolutely deserted. Those two men might still be crouchingin thedoorwaybut I could no longer see them. All was stilland darksave only that brilliant yellow screen in front of uswith theblack figure outlined upon its centre.

Again in theuttersilence I heard that thinsibilant note which spoke ofintensesuppressed excitement. An instant later he pulled meback intothe blackest corner of the roomand I felt hiswarninghand upon my lips. The fingers which clutched me werequivering. Never had I known my friend more movedand yet thedarkstreet still stretched lonely and motionless before us.

Butsuddenly I was aware of that which his keener senses hadalreadydistinguished. A lowstealthy sound came to my earsnot fromthe direction of Baker Streetbut from the back of thevery housein which we lay concealed. A door opened and shut. An instantlater steps crept down the passage -- steps whichwere meantto be silentbut which reverberated harshly throughthe emptyhouse.

Holmes crouched back against the wall and Idid thesamemy hand closing upon the handle of my revolver. Peeringthrough the gloomI saw the vague outline of a mana shadeblacker than the blackness of the open door. He stoodfor aninstantand then he crept forwardcrouchingmenacinginto theroom. He was within three yards of usthis sinisterfigureand I had braced myself to meet his springbefore Irealizedthat he had no idea of our presence.

He passed closebeside usstole over to the windowand very softly andnoiselesslyraised it for half a foot. As he sank to the levelof thisopening the light of the streetno longer dimmed by thedustyglassfell full upon his face. The man seemed to bebesidehimself with excitement. His two eyes shone like starsand hisfeatures were working convulsively. He was an elderlymanwitha thinprojecting nosea highbald foreheadand ahugegrizzled moustache.

An opera-hat was pushed to the back ofhis headand an evening dress shirt-front gleamed out throughhis openovercoat. His face was gaunt and swarthyscored withdeepsavage lines.

In his hand he carried what appeared to bea stickbut as he laid it down upon the floor it gave ametallicclang. Then from the pocket of his overcoat he drew abulkyobjectand he busied himself in some task which endedwith aloudsharp clickas if a spring or bolt had fallen intoitsplace. Still kneeling upon the floor he bent forward andthrew allhis weight and strength upon some leverwith theresultthat there came a longwhirlinggrinding noiseendingonce morein a powerful click.

He straightened himself thenand I sawthat what he held in his hand was a sort of gunwithacuriously misshapen butt. He opened it at the breechputsomethinginand snapped the breech-block. Thencrouchingdownherested the end of the barrel upon the ledge of the openwindowand I saw his long moustache droop over the stock andhis eyegleam as it peered along the sights.

I heard a littlesigh ofsatisfaction as he cuddled the butt into his shoulderand sawthat amazing targetthe black man on the yellow groundstandingclear at the end of his fore sight. For an instant hewas rigidand motionless. Then his finger tightened on thetrigger. There was a strangeloud whiz and a longsilverytinkle ofbroken glass. At that instant Holmes sprang like atiger onto the marksman's back and hurled him flat upon hisface. He was up again in a momentand with convulsive strengthhe seizedHolmes by the throat; but I struck him on the headwith thebutt of my revolver and he dropped again upon the floor.

I fellupon himand as I held him my comrade blew a shrill callupon awhistle. There was the clatter of running feet upon thepavementand two policemen in uniformwith one plain-clothesdetectiverushed through the front entrance and into the room.

I took the job myself. It's good to see youback inLondonsir. Three undetectedmurders inone year won't doLestrade. But you handled theMoleseyMystery with less than your usual -- that's to sayyouhandled itfairly well.

We had allrisen to our feetour prisoner breathing hardwith astalwart constable on each side of him. Already a fewloiterershad begun to collect in the street.

Holmes stepped upto thewindowclosed itand dropped the blinds. Lestrade hadproducedtwo candles and the policemen had uncovered their lanterns. I was ableat last to have a good look at our prisoner. It was atremendously virile and yet sinister face which wasturnedtowards us. With the brow of a philosopher above and thejaw of asensualist belowthe man must have started with greatcapacitiesfor good or for evil.

But one could not look upon hiscruel blueeyeswith their droopingcynical lidsor upon thefierceaggressive nose and the threateningdeep-lined browwithoutreading Nature's plainest danger-signals. He took no heedof any ofusbut his eyes were fixed upon Holmes's face with anexpressionin which hatred and amazement were equally blended.

I don'tthink I have had the pleasure of seeing you since youfavouredme with those attentions as I lay on the ledge abovetheReichenbach Fall. TheColonel still stared at my friend like a man in a trance. I believe I am correctColonelin saying that yourbag oftigers still remains unrivalled?

The fierceold man said nothingbut still glared at my companion;with hissavage eyes and bristling moustache he was wonderfullylike atiger himself. Have younot tethered a young kid under a treelain above itwith yourrifleand waited for the bait to bring up your tiger?

This emptyhouse is my tree and you are my tiger. You havepossiblyhad other guns in reserve in case there should beseveraltigersor in the unlikely supposition of your own aimfailingyou. These" he pointed around"are my other guns. Theparallel is exact. ColonelMoran sprang forwardwith a snarl of ragebut theconstablesdragged him back. The fury upon his face wasterribleto look at. I had imaginedyou asoperating from the streetwhere my friend Lestrade andhis merrymen were awaiting you.

With that exception all hasgone as Iexpected. If I am in the hands of the law letthings bedone in a legal way. Holmesbefore we go?

I knew Von Herderthe blind German mechanicwhoconstructed it to the order of the late Professor Moriarty. For yearsI have been aware of its existencethough I haveneverbefore had the opportunity of handling it. I commend itveryspecially to your attentionLestradeand also the bulletswhich fitit. Holmes" said Lestradeas thewhole party moved towards the door. I do not propose to appear in the matter at all.

To youand to you onlybelongs the credit of the remarkable arrestwhich youhave effected. YesLestradeI congratulate you!

Withyour usualhappy mixture of cunning and audacity you have got him. That's the chargeLestrade. And nowWatsonif you canendure the draught from a broken windowI think thathalf anhour in my study over a cigar may afford you someprofitableamusement. Our oldchambers had been left unchanged through the supervisionof MycroftHolmes and the immediate care of Mrs. As Ientered I sawit is truean unwonted tidinessbut the oldlandmarkswere all in their place.

There were the chemicalcorner andthe acid-staineddeal-topped table. There upon ashelf wasthe row of formidable scrap-books and books of referencewhich manyof our fellow-citizens would have been so glad to burn.

Thediagramsthe violin-caseand the pipe-rack -- even thePersianslipper which contained the tobacco -- all met my eyesas Iglanced round me. There were two occupants of the room --one Mrs. Hudsonwho beamed upon us both as we entered;the otherthe strange dummy which had played so important a part intheevening's adventures. It was a wax-coloured model of my friendsoadmirably done that it was a perfect facsimile.

It stood on asmallpedestal table with an old dressing-gown of Holmes's so drapedround itthat the illusion from the street was absolutely perfect. You carried the thing out very well. Did you observewhere thebullet went? I'm afraid it has spoilt your beautiful bustfor itpassedright through the head and flattened itself on the wall. I pickedit up from the carpet. Here it is! Holmesheld it out to me. There's genius in thatfor who would expectto findsuch a thing fired from an air-gun.

All rightMrs. HudsonIam much obliged for your assistance. And nowWatsonlet me seeyou in your old seat once morefor there areseveralpoints which I should like to discuss with you.

He hadthrown off the seedy frock-coatand now he was theHolmes ofold in the mouse-coloured dressing-gown which he tookfrom hiseffigy. He was the best shot in Indiaand I expect thatthere arefew better in London. Have you heard the name? Butthenif I remember arightyou hadnot heard the name of Professor James Moriartywho hadone of thegreat brains of the century.

Just give me down myindex ofbiographies from the shelf. He handedover the bookand I read: Formerly 1st BengalorePioneers. Born London Son of Sir Augustus MoranC. Educated Eton and Oxford. On themargin was writtenin Holmes's precise hand: He was always a man of iron nerveand the story is stilltold inIndia how he crawled down a drain after a woundedman-eatingtiger.

There are some treesWatsonwhich grow to acertainheight and then suddenly develop some unsightlyeccentricity. You will see it often in humans. I have a theorythat theindividual represents in his development the wholeprocessionof his ancestorsand that such a sudden turn to goodor evilstands for some strong influence which came into theline ofhis pedigree.

The person becomesas it weretheepitome ofthe history of his own family. Whatever the causeColonelMoranbegan to go wrong. Without any open scandal he still madeIndia toohot to hold him. He retiredcame to Londonandagainacquired an evil name. It was at this time that he wassought outby Professor Moriartyto whom for a time he waschief ofthe staff.

Moriarty supplied him liberally with moneyand usedhim only in one or two very high-class jobs which noordinarycriminal could have undertaken.

You may have somerecollectionof the death of Mrs. Stewartof Lauderin WellI am sure Moran was at the bottom of it; but nothingcould beproved.

So cleverly was the Colonel concealed thateven whenthe Moriarty gang was broken up we could notincriminatehim. You remember at that datewhen I called uponyou inyour roomshow I put up the shutters for fear ofair-guns? No doubt you thought me fanciful.

I knew exactlywhat I wasdoingfor I knew of the existence of this remarkablegunand Iknew also that one of the best shots in the worldwould bebehind it. When we were in Switzerland he followed uswithMoriartyand it was undoubtedly he who gave me that evilfiveminutes on the Reichenbach ledge.

So long as he was free in London my lifewouldreally not have been worth living. Night and day theshadowwould have been over meand sooner or later his chancemust havecome. What could I do? I could not shoot him atsightorI should myself be in the dock. There was no useappealingto a magistrate. They cannot interfere on thestrengthof what would appear to them to be a wild suspicion.

So I coulddo nothing. But I watched the criminal newsknowingthatsooner or later I should get him. Then came the death ofthisRonald Adair. My chance had come at last! Knowing what Ididwasit not certain that Colonel Moran had done it? He hadplayedcards with the lad; he had followed him home from theclub; hehad shot him through the open window. There was not adoubt ofit. The bullets alone are enough to put his head in anoose. I came over at once.

I was seen by the sentinelwhowouldIknewdirect the Colonel's attention to my presence. Hecould notfail to connect my sudden return with his crime and tobeterribly alarmed. I was sure that he would make an attemptto get meout of the way AT ONCEand would bring round hismurderousweapon for that purpose.

I left him an excellent markin thewindowandhaving warned the police that they might beneeded --by the wayWatsonyou spotted their presence in thatdoorwaywith unerring accuracy -- I took up what seemed to me tobe ajudicious post for observationnever dreaming that hewouldchoose the same spot for his attack. Nowmy dear Watsondoesanything remain for me to explain? Each mayform his own hypothesis upon the present evidenceand yoursis as likely to be correct as mine.

It cameout in evidence that Colonel Moran and young Adair hadbetweenthem won a considerable amount of money. NowMoranundoubtedlyplayed foul -- of that I have long been aware. I believethat on the day of the murder Adair had discovered thatMoran wascheating. Very likely he had spoken to him privatelyand hadthreatened to expose him unless he voluntarily resignedhismembership of the club and promised not to play cards again.

It isunlikely that a youngster like Adair would at once make ahideousscandal by exposing a well-known man so much older thanhimself. Probably he acted as I suggest. The exclusion fromhis clubswould mean ruin to Moranwho lived by his ill-gottencardgains. He therefore murdered Adairwho at the time wasendeavouringto work out how much money he should himself returnsince hecould not profit by his partner's foul play. He lockedthe doorlest the ladies should surprise him and insist upon knowingwhat hewas doing with these names and coins.

Will it pass? Sherlock Holmes is free to devote his life toexaminingthose interesting little problems which the complexlife ofLondon so plentifully presents. SherlockHolmes"London has become a singularly uninterestingcity sincethe death of the late lamented Professor Moriarty.

With thatman in the field one's morning paper presentedinfinitepossibilities. Often it was only the smallest traceWatsonthe faintest indicationand yet it was enough to tellme thatthe great malignant brain was thereas the gentlesttremors ofthe edges of the web remind one of the foul spiderwhichlurks in the centre. Petty theftswanton assaultspurposelessoutrage -- to the man who held the clue all couldbe workedinto one connected whole.

To the scientific studentof thehigher criminal world no capital in Europe offeredtheadvantages which London then possessed. But now "Heshrugged his shoulders in humorous deprecation of the stateof thingswhich he had himself done so much to produce.

At thetime of which I speak Holmes had been back for some monthsand Iathis requesthad sold my practice and returned to sharethe oldquarters in Baker Street. A young doctornamed Vernerhaddownloadd my small Kensington practiceand given withastonishinglylittle demur the highest price that I ventured toask -- anincident which only explained itself some years laterwhen Ifound that Verner was a distant relation of Holmes'sandthat itwas my friend who had really found the money.

Our monthsof partnership had not been so uneventful as he hadstatedfor I findon looking over my notesthat this periodincludesthe case of the papers of Ex-President Murilloandalso theshocking affair of the Dutch steamship FRIESLANDwhichso nearlycost us both our lives. His cold and proud nature wasalwaysaversehoweverto anything in the shape of public applauseand hebound me in the most stringent terms to say no further wordofhimselfhis methodsor his successes -- a prohibition whichas I haveexplainedhas only now been removed.

Sherlock Holmes was leaning back in his chair after hiswhimsicalprotestand was unfolding his morning paper in aleisurelyfashionwhen our attention was arrested by atremendousring at the bellfollowed immediately by a hollowdrummingsoundas if someone were beating on the outer doorwith hisfist. As it opened there came a tumultuous rush intothe hallrapid feet clattered up the stairand an instantlater awild-eyed and frantic young manpaledishevelledandpalpitatingburst into the room. He looked from one to theother ofusand under our gaze of inquiry he became consciousthat someapology was needed for this unceremonious entry.

Holmes" he cried. I amnearly mad. He madethe announcement as if the name alone would explain bothhis visitand its manner; but I could see by my companion'sunresponsiveface that it meant no more to him than to me. McFarlane" said hepushing his case across. Watson here wouldprescribea sedative. The weather has been so very warm theselast fewdays. Nowif you feel a little more composedI shouldbe glad ifyou would sit down in that chair and tell us very slowlyandquietly who you are and what it is that you want.

You mentionedyour nameas if I should recognise itbut I assure you thatbeyond theobvious facts that you are a bachelora solicitoraFreemasonand an asthmaticI know nothing whatever about you. Familiaras I was with my friend's methodsit was not difficultfor me tofollow his deductionsand to observe the untidiness ofattirethe sheaf of legal papersthe watch-charmand the breathingwhich hadprompted them.

Our clienthoweverstared in amazement. Holmesand in addition I am the mostunfortunateman at this moment in London. For Heaven's sakedon'tabandon meMr. If they come to arrest me beforeI havefinished my storymake them give me time so that I maytell youthe whole truth. I could go to gaol happy if I knewthat youwere working for me outside.

On what charge do you expect to be arrested? Mycompanion's expressive face showed a sympathy which was notI amafraidentirely unmixed with satisfaction. Watsonthat sensational cases haddisappearedout of our papers. I feel asif my name and my misfortune must be in every man'smouth. Listen tothisMr. The head-lines are: Disappearance of a Well-known Builder. Suspicionof Murderand Arson.

A Clue to the Criminal. Holmesand I know that itleadsinfallibly to me. I have been followed from London BridgeStationand I am sure that they are only waiting for the warrantto arrestme.

It will break my mother's heart -- it will breakherheart! I lookedwith interest upon this manwho was accused of beingtheperpetrator of a crime of violence. He was flaxen-hairedandhandsome in a washed-out negative fashionwith frightenedblue eyesand a clean-shaven facewith a weaksensitive mouth. His agemay have been about twenty-seven; his dress and bearingthat of agentleman. From the pocket of his light summerovercoatprotruded the bundle of endorsed papers whichproclaimedhis profession.

Underneaththe vigorous head-lines which our client had quotedI read thefollowing suggestive narrative: Late lastnightor early this morningan incident occurredat LowerNorwood which pointsit is fearedto a serious crime. JonasOldacre is a well-known resident of that suburbwhere hehas carried on his business as a builder for many years.

Oldacre is a bachelorfifty-two years of ageand lives inDeep DeneHouseat the Sydenham end of the road of that name.

He has hadthe reputation of being a man of eccentric habitssecretiveand retiring. For some years he has practicallywithdrawnfrom the businessin which he is said to have amassedconsiderablewealth.

A small timber-yard still existshoweverat theback of the houseand last nightabout twelve o'clockan alarmwas given that one of the stacks was on fire. Theengineswere soon upon the spotbut the dry wood burned withgreatfuryand it was impossible to arrest the conflagrationuntil thestack had been entirely consumed. Up to this pointtheincident bore the appearance of an ordinary accidentbutfreshindications seem to point to serious crime.

Surprise wasexpressedat the absence of the master of the establishment fromthe sceneof the fireand an inquiry followedwhich showedthat hehad disappeared from the house. An examination of hisroomrevealed that the bed had not been slept inthat a safewhichstood in it was openthat a number of important paperswerescattered about the roomandfinallythat there weresigns of amurderous struggleslight traces of blood beingfoundwithin the roomand an oaken walking-stickwhich alsoshowedstains of blood upon the handle.

It is known that Mr. JonasOldacre had received a late visitor in his bedroom uponthatnightand the stick found has been identified as thepropertyof this personwho is a young London solicitor namedJohnHector McFarlanejunior partner of Graham and McFarlaneof Gresham BuildingsE. The police believe that theyhaveevidence in their possession which supplies a veryconvincingmotive for the crimeand altogether it cannotbe doubtedthat sensational developments will follow. John HectorMcFarlanehas actually been arrested on the charge of the murderof Mr.

Jonas Oldacre.

It is at least certain that a warrant hasbeenissued. There have been further and sinister developmentsin theinvestigation at Norwood. Besides the signs of astrugglein the room of the unfortunate builder it is now knownthat theFrench windows of his bedroom which is on the groundfloor were found to be openthat there were marks as if somebulkyobject had been dragged across to the wood-pileandfinallyit is asserted that charred remains have been foundamong thecharcoal ashes of the fire.

The police theory is thata mostsensational crime has been committedthat the victim wasclubbed todeath in his own bedroomhis papers rifledand hisdead bodydragged across to the wood-stackwhich was thenignited soas to hide all traces of the crime. The conduct ofthecriminal investigation has been left in the experiencedhands ofInspector Lestradeof Scotland Yardwho is followingup theclues with his accustomed energy and sagacity. McFarlanehow it is that you are still at libertysincethereappears to be enough evidence to justify your arrest?

Holmes; but last nighthaving to do business very latewith Mr. Jonas OldacreI stayed at an hotel in Norwoodandcame to mybusiness from there. I knew nothing of this affairuntil Iwas in the trainwhen I read what you have just heard. I at oncesaw the horrible danger of my positionand I hurriedto put thecase into your hands. I have no doubt that I shouldhave beenarrested either at my City office or at my home.

It was aclang of the bellfollowed instantly by heavy stepsupon thestair. A moment later our old friend Lestradeappearedin the doorway. Over his shoulder I caught a glimpseof one ortwo uniformed policemen outside.

McFarlaneturned to us with a gesture of despairand sank intohis chaironce more like one who is crushed. Holmesit is difficult for me to refuse you anythingfor youhave been of use to the force once or twice in the pastand we oweyou a good turn at Scotland Yard" said Lestrade.

His name was familiar to mefor many yearsago myparents were acquainted with himbut they drifted apart. I was verymuch surprisedthereforewhen yesterdayaboutthreeo'clock in the afternoonhe walked into my office in theCity. But I was still more astonished when he told me the objectof hisvisit. He had in his hand several sheets of a note-bookcoveredwith scribbled writing -- here they are -- and he laidthem on mytable. McFarlaneto castit intoproper legal shape.

I will sit here while you do so. He was a strange littleferret-like manwithwhiteeyelashesand when I looked up at him I found his keengrey eyesfixed upon me with an amused expression.

I couldhardlybelieve my own senses as I read the terms of the will;but heexplained that he was a bachelor with hardly any livingrelationthat he had known my parents in his youthand that hehad alwaysheard of me as a very deserving young manand wasassuredthat his money would be in worthy hands. Of courseI couldonly stammer out my thanks. The will was duly finishedsignedand witnessed by my clerk.

This is it on the blue paperand theseslipsas I have explainedare the rough draft. JonasOldacre then informed me that there were a number ofdocuments-- building leasestitle-deedsmortgagesscripand soforth -- which it was necessary that I should seeandunderstand. He said that his mind would not be easy untilthe wholething was settledand he begged me to come out to hishouse atNorwood that nightbringing the will with meand toarrangematters.

We willkeep it asa little surprise for them. Holmesthat I was not in a humour torefuse himanything that he might ask. He was my benefactorand all mydesire was to carry out his wishes in every particular. I sent atelegram homethereforeto say that I had importantbusinesson handand that it was impossible for me to say howlate Imight be. Oldacre had told me that he would like meto havesupper with him at nineas he might not be home beforethathour.

I had some difficulty in finding his househoweverand it wasnearly half-past before I reached it. I found him ". Afterwards Mr. Jonas Oldacre led me intohisbedroomin which there stood a heavy safe. This he openedand tookout a mass of documentswhich we went over together. It wasbetween eleven and twelve when we finished.

He remarkedthat wemust not disturb the housekeeper. He showed me outthroughhis own French windowwhich had been open all this time. YesIremember how he pulled it up in order to swing open thewindow. It was solate that I could not get back to Blackheathso Ispent thenight at the Anerley Armsand I knew nothing moreuntil Iread of this horrible affair in the morning. Lestrade had learned by moreexperiencesthan he would care to acknowledge that thatrazor-likebrain could cut through that which was impenetrableto him.

I saw him look curiously at my companion. Sherlock Holmes" said he. McFarlanetwoofmyconstables are at the door and there is a four-wheelerwaiting. The officersconductedhim to the cabbut Lestrade remained. Holmes hadpicked up the pages which formed the rough draftof thewilland was looking at them with the keenest interestupon hisface.

Those are as clearas print"said he; "but the writing in between is very badand thereare three places where I cannot read it at all.

A scientific expert would pronounce atonce thatthis was drawn up on a suburban linesince nowheresave inthe immediate vicinity of a great city could there be soquick asuccession of points. Granting that his whole journeywasoccupied in drawing up the willthen the train was anexpressonly stopping once between Norwood and London Bridge.

Holmes" said he. It iscurious -- is it not? It suggeststhat hedid not think it was going to be of much practicalimportance.

If a man drew up a will which he did not intendever to beeffective he might do it so. Here is ayoung man who learns suddenly that if a certain olderman dieshe will succeed to a fortune. What does he do? He saysnothing to anyonebut he arranges that he shall go outon somepretext to see his client that night; he waits untilthe onlyother person in the house is in bedand then in thesolitudeof a man's room he murders himburns his body in thewood-pileand departs to a neighbouring hotel.

The blood-stainsin theroom and also on the stick are very slight. It is probablethat heimagined his crime to be a bloodless oneand hoped thatif thebody were consumed it would hide all traces of the methodof hisdeath -- traces which for some reason must have pointedto him. Is all this not obvious? Would itnot seem dangerous to you to make so very close arelationbetween the two incidents?

Againwould you chooseanoccasion when you are known to be in the housewhen a servanthas letyou in? Andfinallywould you take the great painsto concealthe body and yet leave your own stick as a signthat youwere the criminal?

ConfessLestradethat all thisis veryunlikely. Holmesyou know as well as I do thata criminalis often flurried and does things which a cool manwouldavoid.

He was very likely afraid to go back to the room. Give meanother theory that would fit the facts. I make youa free present of it. The older man is showingdocumentswhich are of evident value. A passing tramp seesthemthrough the windowthe blind of which is only half down. Exit thesolicitor. Enter the tramp! He seizes a stickwhich heobserves therekills Oldacreand departs afterburningthe body. Lestradeshook his headthough it seemed to me that his mannerwas lessabsolutely assured than before.

Sherlock Holmesyou may look for your trampand whileyou are finding him we will hold on to our man. The futurewill show which is right. Just notice this pointMr. As you saythe futurewill decide.

Good morning! I dare say that in thecourse ofthe day I shall drop in at Norwood and see how youaregetting on. When thedetective departed my friend rose and made hispreparationsfor the day's work with the alert air of a man whohas acongenial task before him.

The police aremaking themistake of concentrating their attention upon thesecondbecause it happens to be the one which is actuallycriminal. But it is evident to me that the logical way toapproachthe case is to begin by trying to throw some light uponthe firstincident -- the curious willso suddenly madeand tosounexpected an heir. It may do something to simplify whatfollowed. Nomy dear fellowI don't think you can help me. There isno prospect of dangeror I should not dream ofstirringout without you.

I trust that when I see you in theevening Iwill be able to report that I have been able to dosomethingfor this unfortunate youngster who has thrown himselfupon myprotection. It waslate when my friend returnedand I could see by a glanceat hishaggard and anxious face that the high hopes with whichhe hadstarted had not been fulfilled. For an hour he dronedaway uponhis violinendeavouring to soothe his own ruffledspirits. At last he flung down the instrument and plunged intoa detailedaccount of his misadventures.

I kept abold face before Lestradebutupon my soulI believethat foronce the fellow is on the right track and we are on thewrong. All my instincts are one way and all the facts are theotherandI much fear that British juries have not yet attainedthat pitchof intelligence when they will give the preference tomytheories over Lestrade's facts.

The fatherwas away in search of his son. The mother was athome -- alittlefluffyblue-eyed personin a tremor of fearandindignation. Of courseshe would not admit even thepossibilityof his guilt.

But she would not express eithersurpriseor regret over the fate of Oldacre. On the contraryshe spokeof him with such bitterness that she was unconsciouslyconsiderablystrengthening the case of the policeforof courseif her sonhad heard her speak of the man in this fashion it wouldpredisposehim towards hatred and violence. ThankHeaven that I had the sense to turn away from him andto marry abetterif a poorerman.

I was engaged to himMr.

Being Sherlock Holmes: Can we sense empathy from a brief sample of behaviour?

Holmeswhen I heard a shocking story of how he had turneda catloose in an aviaryand I was so horrified at his brutalcrueltythat I would have nothing more to do with him.

Holmesand that same God who has punished thatwicked manwill show in His own good time that my son's handsareguiltless of his blood. I gave it up at last and off I went to Norwood. To the right and some distance back fromthe roadwas the timber-yard which had been the scene of thefire. Here's a rough plan on a leaf of my note-book. Thiswindow onthe left is the one which opens into Oldacre's room. You canlook into it from the roadyou see. That is about theonly bitof consolation I have had to-day.

Lestrade was nottherebuthis head constable did the honours. They had justmade agreat treasure-trove. They had spent the morning rakingamong theashes of the burned wood-pileand besides the charredorganicremains they had secured several discoloured metaldiscs.

I examined them with careand there was no doubt thatthey weretrouser buttons. I then worked the lawn very carefully for signs andtracesbut this drought has made everything as hard as iron. Nothingwas to be seen save that some body or bundle had beendraggedthrough a low privet hedge which is in a line with thewood-pile.

All thatof coursefits in with the officialtheory. I crawled about the lawn with an August sun on my backbut I gotup at the end of an hour no wiser than before.

The blood-stains were very slightmere smears anddiscolorationsbut undoubtedly fresh. The stick had been removedbut therealso the marks were slight.

There is no doubt aboutthe stickbelonging to our client. He admits it. Footmarks ofboth mencould be made out on the carpetbut none of any thirdpersonwhich again is a trick for the other side. They werepiling uptheir score all the time and we were at a standstill. I examined the contents of the safemost of whichhad beentaken out and left on the table. The papers had beenmade upinto sealed envelopesone or two of which had beenopened bythe police.

They were notso far as I could judgeof anygreat valuenor did the bank-book show that Mr. Oldacrewas insuch very affluent circumstances. But it seemed to methat allthe papers were not there. There were allusions tosome deeds-- possibly the more valuable -- which I could notfind.

Thisof courseif we could definitely prove itwouldturnLestrade's argument against himselffor who would steala thing ifhe knew that he would shortly inherit it? Lexington is hernamealittledarksilent personwith suspicious andsidelongeyes. She could tell us something if she would --I amconvinced of it.

But she was as close as wax. Yesshehad letMr. McFarlane in at half-past nine. She wished herhand hadwithered before she had done so. She had gone to bed athalf-pastten.

Her room was at the other end of the houseandshe couldhear nothing of what passed. McFarlane had lefthis hatand to the best of her belief his stickin the hall. She hadbeen awakened by the alarm of fire. Her poordearmaster hadcertainly been murdered. Had he any enemies? Wellevery man had enemiesbut Mr. Oldacre kept himself verymuch tohimselfand only met people in the way of business. She hadseen the buttonsand was sure that they belonged to theclotheswhich he had worn last night.

The wood-pile was very dryfor it hadnot rained for a month. It burned like tinderand bythe timeshe reached the spot nothing could be seen but flames. She andall the firemen smelled the burned flesh from inside it. She knewnothing of the papersnor of Mr. Oldacre's private affairs. And yet --and yet" -- he clenched his thin hands in a paroxysm ofconviction-- "I KNOW it's all wrong.

I feel it in my bones. There issomething that has not come outand that housekeeperknows it. There was a sort of sulky defiance in her eyeswhichonly goeswith guilty knowledge. Howeverthere's no goodtalkingany more about itWatson; but unless some lucky chancecomes ourway I fear that the Norwood Disappearance Case willnot figurein that chronicle of our successes which I foreseethat apatient public will sooner or later have to endure.

You remember thatterriblemurdererBert Stevenswho wanted us to get him off in '87? Was thereever a more mild-manneredSunday-school young man?

You can hardly find a flaw in the case which cannow bepresented against himand all further investigation hasserved tostrengthen it. By the waythere is one curiouslittlepoint about those papers which may serve us as thestarting-pointfor an inquiry. On looking over the bank-bookI foundthat the low state of the balance was principally dueto largecheques which have been made out during the last yearto Mr.

I confess that I should be interested to knowwho thisMr. Cornelius may be with whom a retired builder hassuch verylarge transactions. Is it possible that he has hada hand inthe affair? Cornelius might be a brokerbut we havefound noscrip to correspond with these large payments. Failingany otherindication my researches must now take the directionof aninquiry at the bank for the gentleman who has cashed thesecheques. But I fearmy dear fellowthat our case will endingloriouslyby Lestrade hanging our clientwhich willcertainlybe a triumph for Scotland Yard.

I do notknow how far Sherlock Holmes took any sleep that nightbut when Icame down to breakfast I found him pale and harassedhis brighteyes the brighter for the dark shadows round them. The carpetround his chair was littered with cigarette-ends andwith theearly editions of the morning papers. An open telegramlay uponthe table. After allimportant fresh evidence is a two-edged thingand maypossibly cut in a very different direction to that whichLestradeimagines.

Take your breakfastWatsonand we will go outtogetherand see what we can do. I feel as if I shall need yourcompanyand your moral support to-day. My friendhad no breakfast himselffor it was one of hispeculiaritiesthat in his more intense moments he would permithimself nofoodand I have known him presume upon his ironstrengthuntil he has fainted from pure inanition.

I was not surprisedthereforewhen this morning he left his untouched meal behindhim andstarted with me for Norwood. A crowd of morbidsightseerswere still gathered round Deep Dene Housewhich wasjust sucha suburban villa as I had pictured. Within the gatesLestrademet ushis face flushed with victoryhis mannergrosslytriumphant. Holmeshave you proved us to be wrong yet? Have youfound yourtramp? Step this wayif you pleasegentlemenand Ithink I can convince you once for all that it wasJohnMcFarlane who did this crime.

As he held thematchnearer I saw that it was more than a stain. It was thewell-markedprint of a thumb. As he heldthe waxen print close to the blood-stain it did nottake amagnifying glass to see that the two were undoubtedlyfrom thesame thumb.

It was evident to me that our unfortunateclient waslost. Somethingin his tone caught my earand I turned to look athim. An extraordinary change had come over his face. It waswrithingwith inward merriment. His two eyes were shining likestars. It seemed to me that he was making desperate efforts torestrain aconvulsive attack of laughter.

Dear me! And how deceptive appearances may beto besure! Such a nice young man to look at! It is a lesson to usnot totrust our own judgmentis it notLestrade? Holmes" said Lestrade. The man's insolence was maddeningbut wecould not resent it. Such avery natural actiontooif you come to think of it. Besidesit's not in a very prominent placeas yousee. I suppose there is no doubt that themark wasthere yesterday?

Lestradelooked at Holmes as if he thought he was going out ofhis mind. I confess that I was myself surprised both at hishilariousmanner and at his rather wild observation. Holmesand when I have got my evidence I come to myconclusions.

If you have anything to say you will find mewriting myreport in the sitting-room.

Holmes hadrecovered his equanimitythough I still seemed todetectgleams of amusement in his expression. The factis that there is one really serious flaw in thisevidenceto which our friend attaches so much importance.

And nowWatsonlet us havea littlestroll round in the sunshine. With aconfused brainbut with a heart into which some warmthof hopewas returningI accompanied my friend in a walk roundthegarden. Holmes took each face of the house in turn andexaminedit with great interest. He then led the way inside andwent overthe whole building from basement to attics. Most ofthe roomswere unfurnishedbut none the less Holmes inspectedthem allminutely. Soonhe stoodin front of us. His head movedfrom Yesterday I wasin my officeat the bankwhena man morninEi left to right, and he put his hand up worriedly and pulled cameto seeme.

WhenI sawhim,I wasverysurprised. Hewas his hair from time to time. His mouth opened,but he a veryfamousman. Is that right? You are tired. We can wait a c an. Holmes and I waited pounds fromyouat once. Then, when he was ready,the man looked up and 'Fiftythousand? I can borrowthat moneymanytimesoverfrom my 'No, no,' said Holmes.

Afteryouf ivethe moneybackto getonandoff maid a woman transhere whoworksna 'Why did this happento me? It's the worst thing. ButI needthe moneynow. Hetold me,'Please be verycarefulwith it, anddon'ttakeit I wa sverysurprisedwhenhe0pened it. Onenight last week Crown? I thentooka camiagebackto my housein Streatham. I ranupstairs to myoffice about,i n an angry or interestedway put and theblackboxintothedeskthere. I lockedthedeskwith carriale an old a key and then went overto the window.

Justthen,I saw k i ndof c ar that hors espul l somebody- a stranf,er - in thefrontgarden. Streatham emerald a very lc o u ld n'st e eh i sf a c e H. Are these sentencestrue or false? Tick the boxes. True False a It w asa coldday,andt her ewasa lot of. T fl banks. T d W henyoul eave, please t he f r ontdoorwit ht his bi. T T j A nastasiwor a ea beaut if ul on her head. T T g H eboughtan expensive wat chf or "hiswif elastChr ist m as g H o l dert ookt he E m e ra l Cd r" o wton hishouse.

T I h S hel ookedver y. IYhat does AlexanderHolder do in the next chapter? Readthe sentencesand write Yesor No. But llamblinlclub a He stoppedtalking, and thought for a minute. There was one friend at a ndwrn mo n e y play cards to family,and all the differentpeoplein the house.

Burnwell years ago and I've got only one son, Arthur. I'm sorry to 'Yes,Sir GeorgeBurnwell. Do you know him? I think,' said Holmes. He looked pow er bei nf abl e to mak es omebody 'When my wife died, Arthur was the most important quichly over at me. I wanted to make him happy,so when he 'When Burnwell first came to our house, I liked him,' handsome askedfor something,I gaveit to him.

I was wrong to do it. When he goodl ook i ng. I know that now. He's a ni ec e y our s i s ter' s or 'I wanted Arthur to work with me at the wonderful talker: He for hours and hours. He made friends there's something strange ',fu'q there - all rich young men with a about him.

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And my Mary lot of time and money. With these thinks this. I can see - tJ new friends he learned to play it in her eyes. He came to me nearly 'Mary is my niece,' every week and asked,"Can I said Holder. I call her my famous crown is upstairs in my desk. Arthur wasveryworried ffi: But I told him, "Everytling'sall lrT'io;;iiil" window and smiled.

But right because there's a good lock on the desk. I opened it Iace. Arthur 'I didn't listenmuch to Arthur. Lastyear,he askedMary to marry said Holder. I feelvery sorry aboutthis, because wildly about things. And by Arthur needsa goodwife. And Mary is the mostwonderful this time I was tired, so I girl.

Holder stoppedtalking and then, after a minute or two, After about ten minutes, beganagain. Ah, yes. Arthur came to my room. Of course,there are the maidsin the housetoo. There are He asked, "Can I borrow three of them - goodyoung girls, and all of them started some money, father? I with me a number of yearsago. And then there'sLucy,our needtwo hundred pounds most important maid. She came to us two months ago. But the only thing is.

When I said "no", adm irer an o l d he startedto cry. He then word f or a p e r s o n at home,I think. And after dinnet Lucy w nerepe0p r e brought in some coffeefor Arthur, Mary, and me. Match the tyvo parts of these sentences. P l ease. I haven'tgot a lot of time. Hisnam e'sAlber tHe's. A js t akingt hat wom an'sbag. He'sa r eally youngm anandhe goesoutwit h di fferent w o m anever ynight! M oneyf ivesyou. Tick one box. LHtrffilJlT Youthief! Beforer sot intobedrast nifht,,ooked rntoa, the r00msin the houseI went different firstto theofficenextto lookedintothedeskThe myroom.

I Emerald Crownwasthere,andit was safe. I thenlocked thedeskagancarefully Afterthat I wentd Marynexr toan open ffi: Wedon,rwantstrangemen theoffice, andslowlyopened thedoor. It wasn'ta loudnoise. I satup in bed s omethi ng meet loud m a k j n ga andlistened Everything ' l i rrl r;rrl clyI hr: I called thepoliceofficers into 'ButI saw you with the crownin your hands,'I said.

Hedidn'tsaya word. I wentwithhim, cried.

He cpol as e w henthe i c ew ork to 'Callthepolice then,'saidA r t h u r. Hestoodwithhish e a dd o wn. Thepoliceneedto investigate this crimecar"efully. Wemust fi ndthe missingemeralds or"th e re ' sg o in St o b e a s c a n d ain l thiscountry.

CanI leave the housefor fiveminutes? I havea lot to losehere G. Numberthem In the nextchapterHolmesEoesto llolder'shouse. Whatdoeshe do? Tickthe boxes. Shefallssuddenly intoa chair i A I HotOenlooksintothedesk. Thecrownis safe. HotOer seesAnthur withthecnown. Theconnen is missin. That'smyuylq I I Mank. He'smvmother's brother. I can'tdomyhomework yourradioisvery - - - because ;. Youn perhaps baSisn'tinthekitchen, t'sintheh Doyouthinkhen Ioves henor is heonlyinterested in hermoney?

And perhaps we can find the answer to that question. Comealong too, Watson. He movedin his chair I was, of course,happy to go with them to investigate unhappily. Holmes looked out of the window into this strangecase. Baker Street. I waited for him to speak about this most interestingcase.

He sat with his hat visitors? When we arrivedin Streatham,he stoodand 'Not many,' said lookedup at Holder'shouse. And there,s Arthur,s front garden.

On the left of the house,there was a small friend,Sir GeorgeBurnwell. On the right, therewas a path to the Holmes.

Holmes looked carefully at the snowy front Arthur does,'saidHolder. After that he walked down the path to the back of And is Mary worried about the case? Suddenly,a young guilty? How can you be sure of it? She had dark hair and big brown eyes. But the young man is innocent, I believe.

Please why did he have the say "yes"! And why did he saynothing? He must stay in the hands of the police for s om e t h i n w g rong interesting,, said Holmes. An now' answeredHolder. A not h n gw r o n g guilty man speaksa lot, but 'But he'sinnocent.

I'm sure of it,' saidMary. But to saynothing t hat s o m e t h n gs is most unusual. Did Arthur really 'Then why doeshe continue with his silence? I can't believeit! The detectiveis in the W A IK. My nameis sherrock Hormes. I'd like to detective.

He went and looked carefully at the window in ask you one or two questions. Holmesand Mary sat at a table. I did. And you needto know somethingabout 'I remember,'saidHolmes. Sheheard us talk aboutthe crown at dinner, I believe. He 'f see,'said Holmes. And did Lucy meet her admirer at took it out of the box and put it on the table. We all stood the kitchen door last night?

I saw a 'Now Mr Holder,'saidHolmes. It was Francisprosper, the a secondcorner of the crown here. When we download things in his shop,he brings 'No! He quickly pulledthe 'Doeshe have a falseleg?

I'm a big man, but I can't break it. And think about it, Mr Mary lookedafraid. Did you How did you know that? Then she 'No,' saidHolder. That'sall then,' saidHolmes. And Mr Holmes. Pleasetell me! I I oefreesoon. Find six more words from the story round the crown. Tick two boxes. He talked about the weatherbut, of course,I wanted It was nearly six o'clock when Holmescameback.

I asked him a number of Watson,'he said happily. So I stoppedaskingmy questions,and 'I can't explain now' he said. To looked out of the window. I'm going to be late home,I think, It was three o'clock when we arrived at Baker so don't wait for me.Holmes sat in a greatold-fashionedchairhis inexorable eyes gleaming out of hishaggardface. I will sit here while you do so. In my opinion, detective uses more intellectual rather than physical skill, but I find this story bring more adventure than the brilliant thought.

You are tired. Educated Eton and Oxford. He is highly intelligent but do I've had this one sitting around since late last year and I'm now wishing I had picked it up sooner. They are the best ones I have found.

It's the worst thing.

TERRIE from Grand Prairie
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