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His speech betrayed no hint of the fact that he was going to talk about a man in a gray suit who is as strange as a hat in the middle of a fairy tale. The messenger had come ahead of time, or ahead of time and very early. Sherlock Holmes was in bed. “Is the detective-sergeant still in his house?” asked the visitor, after he had satisfied himself that the windows were securely fastened.
“Is he awake?”
“No, he is asleep.”
“Then you had better call him.”
Sherlock Holmes’ little finger was already in the electric bell-push. In a few moments the detective-sergeant came in his dressing-gown, without his pipe, and with his hair rumpled from his night’s rest.
“Is your friend awake?” asked the visitor.
“No. But he will be in a moment. I have left the lights on in his study. It is a spare bedroom at the top of the house. That is why he has a study. It is not very often used. You can see it from your room. I wondered whether the sound of a door would disturb him. You had better sit down.”
“No, thank you,” replied the stranger. “I have seen your room. I can see your bed also. I presume that the bright light is an electric one. What are the points of your story? Proceed!”
“I have a client,” began the detective-sergeant, pulling a Welsh plug from his pocket, “who, although he is not in the habit of consulting a detective, has come to me with a singular problem.”
He handed a slip of paper to his visitor, who read it with a start of surprise and delight.
“It is indeed so,” said Sherlock Holmes. “How did you come to possess it?”
The detective-sergeant was a stolid-looking man of about five and fifty. He was of middle size, but well-built and active, and was dressed in the drab everyday clothes of a country policeman. It was possible, however, to perceive that he had dined well, and there was something pleasant and ingratiating in his face, which was clean-shaven save for a heavy moustache. I had known him as a man with small brains, but now I recognized at once his obvious honesty and his resource. There was a distinct sympathy between us, and his reply to my questions