And the Yeah, Welcome to another episode from 1001 Classic Short Stories and Tales.

And now, the Adventure of the Bruce Partington Plans.

Another Sherlock Holmes adventure by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

In the third week of November, in the year 1895,

a dense yellow fog settled down upon London.

From the Monday to the Thursday, I doubt whether it was ever possible from our windows in Baker Street to see the loom of the opposite houses. The first day Holmes had spent

in cross-indexing his huge book of references. The second and third had been

patiently occupied upon a subject which he had recently made his hobby, the

music of the Middle Ages. But when, for the fourth time, after pushing back our chairs from

breakfast, we saw the greasy heavy brown swirl still drifting past us and condensing in oily drops upon the window panes.

My comrades impatient and active nature could endure this drab existence no longer.

He paced restlessly about our sitting room in a fever of suppressed energy, biting his nails,

tapping the furniture, and chafing against in action.

Nothing of interest in the paper, Watson, he said.

I was aware that by anything of interest Holmes meant anything of criminal interest

there was the news of a revolution of a possible war and of an impending change of

government but these did not come within the horizon of my

companion. I could see nothing recorded in the shape of crime which was not

commonplace and futile. Holmes groaned and resumed his restless meandrings.

The London criminal is certainly a dull fellow, said he in the querulous voice of the

sportsman whose game has failed him.

Look out this window, Watson.

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