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A double dose of Sherlock Holmes this week,

with the first chapter of the Valley of Fair published earlier this week.

And tonight, I will be reading The Ryegate Puzzle, a Sherlock Holmes mystery by Arthur Conan Doyle.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

It was some time before the health of my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

recovered from the strain caused by his immense exertions in the spring of 87.

The whole question of the Netherlands-Sumatra Company and of the colossal schemes of Baron

Mopertui are too recent in the minds of the public, and are too intimately concerned with

politics and finance to be fitting subjects for this series of sketches.

They led, however, in an indirect fashion, to a singular and complex problem, which gave my friend

an opportunity of demonstrating the value of a fresh weapon among the many with which he waged

his lifelong battle against crime.

I'm referring to my notes I see that it was upon the 14th of April that I received a telegram

from Lyon, which informed me that Holmes was lying ill in the Hotel Doulon.

Within 24 hours I was in his sick room, I was relieved to find that there was nothing formidable

in his symptoms. Even his iron constitution, however, had broken down under the strain of an

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