A Study in Scarlet (Serial Edition Cover) — page 173: what you’re looking at

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A STUDY IN SCARLET. u6g “T have little more to say, and it’s as well, for I am about done up. I went on cabbing it for a day or so, intending to keep at it until I could save enough to take me back to America. I was standing in the yard when a ragged youngster asked if there was a cabby there called Jefferson Hope, and said that his cab was wanted by a gentleman at 221B Baker Street. I went round, suspecting no harm, and the next thing I knew, this young man here had the bracelets on mv wrists, and as neatly shackled as ever I was in my life. That’s the whole of my story, gentlemen. You may consider me to be a murderer; but I hold that I am just as much an officer ef justice as you are.” So thrilling had the man’s narrative been, and his manner was so impressive, that we had sat silent and ab- sorbed. Even the professional detectives, d/asé as they were in every detail of crime, appeared to be keenly in- terested in the man’s story. When he finished we sat for some minutes in a stillness which was only broken by the scratching of Lestrade’s pencil as he gave the finishing touches to his short-hand account. “There is only one point on which I should like a little more information,” Sherlock Holmes said at last. “Who was your accomplice who came for the ring which I advertised ? ” The prisoner winked at my friend jocesely. “I can tell my own secrets,’ he said, “but I don’t Gomichboo <SriG