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I can't ever, I'm going to be in private. I'm going to be. I'm going to As our story begins, a steamship arrives in London after a long voyage from Athens, Greece.

Upon disembarkation, a young man of Grecian descent is met by an English gentleman who introduces himself as Latimer.

But unable to speak the language, the newcomer, Mr. Cretides,

unwittingly follows his mysterious guide,

only to be bludgeoned and thrown unconscious into the back of a cab,

kidnapped by Mr. Latimer

and his evil laughing companion.

And so begins the adventure of the Greek interpreter.

At 221B, Dr. Watson is surprised to learn something new about his enigmatic friend. During my long and intimate acquaintance with Sherlock Holmes, I'd never heard him referred to his relations,

and hardly ever to his own early life.

Because of this reticence,

I sometimes found myself regarding him as an isolated phenomenon,

as deficient in human sympathy, as he was pre-eminent in intelligence.

I'd come to believe that he was an orphan with no relatives living.

But one day, to my very great surprise, he began to talk to me about his family.

My singular gift and observation and deduction, may I come from my grandmother, who was a sister of Vernet, the French artist.

Your art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms. For example, my brother, my croft.

Your brother? I didn't know you had a brother.

Oh yes.

And I can assure you that he possesses a far greater faculty for observation and deduction than I do.

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