Hey, my name's Otis Gray, and you're listening to Sleepy.

A podcast where I read old books to help you get to sleep, and this is a midweek bedtime story for you.

Okay. And this is a midweek bedtime story for you. Well, happy February.

This episode is actually coming in daylight because I don't know if you can hear in my voice,

but your humble host has the sniffles.

I had quite a vicious little cold the last couple days, and I just sounded very, very silly on the recording.

Sound like a sick child, which hopefully I don't sound like as much right now but anyways here's a bedtime story for

you a day late and it's a really wonderful uh kind of grim Sherlock Holmes story but we love

Arthur Conan Doyle so it's a great short story for this midweek

reading. And before we get to the reading, I just want to profoundly thank all of our patrons

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