A Study in Scarlet (Serial Edition Cover) — page 77: what you’re looking at

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A STUDY IN SCARLET. tw “Do you mean that you are on the right track?” he asked. “The right track! Why, sir, we have the maz unde} lock and key.” “ And his name 1s?” “ Arthur Charpentier, sub-lieutenant in her majesty’s navy,” cried Gregson, pompously, rubbing his fat hands and inflating his chest. Sherlock Holmes gave a sigh of relief and relaxed into a smile. “Take a seat and try one of these cigars,” he said. “We are anxious to know how you managed it. Will you have some whisky and water?” “TI don’t mind if I do,” the detective answered. “The tremendous exertions which I have gone through during the last day or two have worn me out. Not so much bodily exertion, you understand, as the strain upon the mind. You will appreciate that, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, for we are both brain-workers.” “Vou do me too much honor,” said Holmes, gravely. “Let us hear how you arrived at this most gratifying result.” The detective seated himself in the arm-chair and puffed complacently at his cigar. Then suddenly he slapped his thigh in a paroxysm of amusement. “The fun of it is,” he cried, “that that fool Lestrade, who thinks himself so smart, has gone off upon the wrong track altogether. He is after the secretary, Stangerson, who had no more to do with the crime than the babe unborn. I have no doubt that he has caught him by this time,” CONNIELOOC