A couple of Christmas later in the morning I went to greet my friend Sherlock Holmes. Holmes sat reclining on the sofa in his purple-colored dressing gown. To his right was a pipe shelf and a handful of newly read morning newspapers scattered around. A dilapidated old felt hat was hanging on the chair next to the sofa. The hat cracks in places - unusable. Looking at the lens and forceps on the chair, I realized that it was hung in such a way to test it well.
I said, “You look busy. I may have come and stopped the work. ”
“Not at all. It's a pleasure to talk to a friend like you about my decision. It's very small. " Then he pointed to Tupita and said, "But there are some things involved with that thing that are not only beautiful, but also quite instructive."
It was snowing outside. The window glass was covered with a thick layer of ice. Sitting in the armchair, I warmed my hand in the fire of the fireplace and said, “Looks like, There's a lot of mercurial story involved with this simple-minded Tupita, and you're thinking of solving it and punishing the culprit. "
Holmes laughed and said, “No no, not a crime. In fact, some strange things happen when forty million people struggle within a few miles. This is one such case. In the reaction of so many people, in so many possible events,There are many minor incidents that are very significant and strange, but there is not always any crime added to it. We have seen such incidents happen before. ”
