A Study in Scarlet (Serial Edition Cover) — page 58: what you’re looking at

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So A STUDY IN SCARLET. Rance sat down on the horse-hair sofa and knittea his brows, as though determined not to omit anything in his narrative. “T'll tell it ye from the beginning,” he said. “ My time is from ten at night to six in the morning. At eleven there was a fight at the White Hart; but, bar that, all was quiet enough on the beat. At one o’clock it began to rain, and I met Harry Murcher—him who has the Holland Grove beat—and we stood together at the corner of Henrietta Street a-talkin’. Presently— maybe about two, or a little after—I thought I weld take a look round, and see that all was right down the Brixtor Road. It was precious dirty and lonely. Not a soul did I meet all the way down, though a cab or two went past me. I was a-strollin’ down, thinkin’ be- tween ourselves how uncommon handy a four of gin hot would be, when suddenly a glint of a light caught my eye in the window of that same house. Now, I knew that them two houses in Lauriston Gardens was empty on account of him that owns them, who won’t have the drains seed to, though the very last tenant what lived in one of them died o’ typhoid fever. I was knocked all in a heap, therefore, at seeing a light in the window, and I suspected as something was wrong. When I got to the door-—” “You stopped, and then walked back to the garden gate,” my companion interrupted. “ What did you do that for?” | Rance gave a violent jump, and stared at Sherlock Holmes, with the utmost amazement upon his features. “Why, that’s true, sir,” he said: “though how you (Q) Gomiecboo CSG