"I have some papers here," said my friend Sherlock Holmes as we sat one winter's
night on either side of the fire, "which I really think, Watson, that it would
be worth your while to glance over. These are the documents in the extraordinary
case of the...
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"I have some papers here," said my friend Sherlock Holmes as we sat one winter's
night on either side of the fire, "which I really think, Watson, that it would
be worth your while to glance over. These are the documents in the extraordinary
case of the Gloria Scott, and this is the message which struck Justice of the
Peace Trevor dead with horror when he read it."
He had picked from a drawer a little tarnished cylinder, and. undoing the tape,
he handed me a short note scrawled upon a half-sheet of slate-gray paper.
As I glanced up from reading this enigmatical message, I saw Holmes chuckling at
the expression upon my face.
"You look a little bewildered," said he.
"I cannot see how such a message as this could inspire horror. It seems to me to
be rather grotesque than otherwise."
"Very likely. Yet the fact remains that the reader, who was a fine, robust old
man, was knocked clean down by it as if it had been the butt end of a pistol."
"You arouse my curiosity," said I. "Bu
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