And the Yeah, Welcome back everyone to 1001 classic short stories and Tales. This is your host John

Haggadorn and today's story the Adventure of the Missing Three Quarter by Sir

Arthur Conan Doyle. And now our story.

We were fairly accustomed to receive weird telegrams at Baker Street,

but I have a particular recollection of one which reached us on a gloomy February morning some seven or eight

years ago and gave Mr. Sherlock Holmes a puzzled quarter of an hour. It was addressed

to him and it ran thus. Please await me.

Terrible misfortune.

Right-wing three-quarter missing.

Indispensable tomorrow.

Overton.

Strand Postmark and dispatched 1036 said Holmes reading it over and over.

Mr. Overton was evidently considerably excited when he said it and somewhat incoherent in consequence.

Well, he will be here, I dare say, by the time I've looked through the times,

and then we shall know all about it.

Even the most insignificant problem would be welcome in these stagnant days.

Things had indeed been very slow with us

and I'd learned to dread such periods of inaction,

for I knew by experience that my

companion's brain was so abnormally active that it was dangerous to leave it

without material upon which to work. For years I had gradually weaned him from that drug mania which had threatened once to check his remarkable career.

Now I knew that under ordinary conditions he no longer craved for this artificial stimulus,

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