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The I'm gonna' Let's see. And As our story begins, a disfigured beggar by the name of Hugh Boone

pedals matchsticks and poetry in exchange for handouts from the passing crowd.

But when a familiar face crosses his path, Boone's demeanor suddenly darkens, thus beginning the adventure

of the man with the twisted lip.

Back at Baker Street, Watson settles into his armchair for a relaxing evening alone.

When a knock at the door brings the doctor face to face with an old friend.

Kate, this is a surprise.

Not a pleasant one, I fear, John.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. Perhaps some tea. That would be most welcome.

You must forgive me for causing so much trouble. You're causing us no trouble at all, please.

Your assistant told me that you were lining with Mr. Holmes. Oh, I see you've been to the surgery.

And you had just left. Well, Mr. Holmes has disappeared without trace, as you can see.

In that case, I really shouldn't bother you with my problems.

Oh, Mr. Holmes disappears without trace at regular intervals.

There's really no cause for alarm, only curiosity.

But, um, why did you want to see me?

If you're ill, you should not be travelling across London.

I am not ill.

It's Eiser.

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