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Tonight, we'll re-broadcast the opening, too, the man with the twisted lip from the adventures of Sherlock Holmes written by Arthur Conan Doyle.

The conclusion episode will air tomorrow.

This mystery deals with London Open Dance of the 19th century, missing gentlemen and their worried wives.

Let's get cozy.

Close your eyes.

Relax your body into the softness of your bed.

Now, take a few deep breaths.

ESA Whitney, brother of the late Elias Whitney, DD, principal of the theological college of St. George's, was much addicted to opium.

The habit grew upon him, as I understand, from some foolish freak when he was at college.

For having read Dequince's description of his dreams and sensations, he had drenched his tobacco with lodinum in an attempt to produce the same effects.

He found, as so many more have done, that the practice is easier to attain than to get rid of.

And for many years, he continued to be a slave to the drug, an object of mingled horror and pity to his friends and relatives.

I can see him now, with yellow, pasty face, drooping lids and pinpoint pupils, all huddled in a chair, the wreck and ruin of a noble man.

One night, it was in June 89, there came a ring to my bell, about the hour when a man gives his first yawn and glances at the clock.

I sat up in my chair, and my wife laid her needlework down in her lap and made a little face of disappointment.

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