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 He was the most singular and astounding of all men that I have chanced upon in my whole life. His slender tall frame stood before me like a wraith in the fog of London. It was none other than the most remarkable mind of this, or I should hazard any other generation. It was none other than the world's greatest detective - Mr Sherlock Holmes of Baker street! It was my great fortune to accompany him on this and many other adventures. But we are concerned at this moment with this adventure that I relate here upon these pages. 'I have it.' He said turning to me with that cat got the cream smile upon his face and his eyes glimmering like stars. With that, he began to stalk quickly into the fog. I hurried after him greatly fearing that I would loose him in the murk! 'Hurry! Hurry!' He called to me as he strode with speed into the mists. 'The game is a foot!' 'What the devil!' I cried out after him as I came puffing like the 10:40 from Charing Cross upon his foot steps. 'What the blasted devil thing is going on, Holmes?' Terminating his rapid movement for a moment Homes rounded upon me with an intense expression of pure incredulity. 'Do you not see it?' He asked with exasperation. 'Why, it's elementary, my dear Watson!' And with that he was moving forward again at an enormous speed. 'Come!' He shouted to me as the wisps of fog converged all around us. 'There is no time to lose now...' Posted by Martin | Comment (11) Category: View all Photographs, Colour, Buildings | |
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