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A scandal in Bohemia, part two.

At three o'clock precisely I was at Baker Street, but homes had not yet returned.

The landlord informed me that he left the house shortly after eight o'clock in the morning.

I sat down beside the fire, however, with the intention of awaiting him, however long he might be.

I was already deeply interested in his inquiry, for though it was surrounded by none of the grim and strange features, which were associated with the two crimes which I have already recorded,

still the nature of the case and the exalted station of his client gave it a character of its own.

Indeed, apart from the nature of the investigation which my friend had on hand, there was something in his masterly grasp of a situation, and his keen, incisive reasoning, which made it a pleasure to me to study his system of work, and to follow the quick, subtle methods by which he disentangled the most inextricable mysteries.

So accustomed was I to his invariable success, that the very possibility of his failing had ceased to enter into my head.

It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking room, ill-kempt inside whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room.

A custom, as I was to my friend's amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he, with a nod he vanished into the bedroom once he emerged in five minutes,

tweed suited and respectable as of old.

Putting his hand into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire, and laughed heartily for some minutes.

Well, really, he cried, and then he choked, and laughed again, until he was obliged to lie back, limp and helpless in the chair.

What is it?

It's quite too funny, I am sure you could never guess how employed my morning, or what I ended by doing.

I can't imagine, I suppose that you've been watching the habits and perhaps the house of Miss Irene Adler.

Quite so, but the sequel was rather unusual, I will tell you, however.

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