‘The word is written on the wall with a man’s index finger dipped in blood. I saw with the help of my glass. The placer on the wall is a bit scratched due to the writing. The ash is black and thin scaly. Such ash is found only in Trichinopoli cigars. I've read a lot about cigar ash, and I've written a little book about it. I am proud to say that I can tell the difference between the cigar or tobacco ash of any known band once I see it. There is so much difference between a skilled detective and Leicester-Gregson in all these minor matters. '
‘And the red face?’ I asked.
‘Oh, that’s very good rice. There is no doubt about the accuracy of the current situation. Don't ask me any questions about the current situation. '
Turning my hand to my forehead, I said, Turning my hand to my forehead, I said, ‘My head is spinning. The more I think, the more the mystery grows. What do two people do in the empty house? Of course, if the two are right. What happened to the driver who drove the car? How did one force the other to eat poison? When there was no robbery, what was the motive of the killer? Where to be a woman's ring or L? After all, why did the second man spell the word "RACHE" in German before he escaped? Admittedly, I don't see any way to reconcile these events. "
My partner smiled in support.
Said, ‘You have described the difficulties of the situation quite clearly. Even though I have made up my mind about the main events, much remains unclear. I can say about the discovery of poor Lestrade, it is a complete hoax. The idea is to mislead the police by creating the idea of socialism and secret societies. It is not written in German. Notice that the letter A is written in German style. But a true German always writes in Latin. So it is safe to say that this is not a German text, No incompetent copycat exaggerated. It's just a ploy to divert the whole investigation. But doctor, no more talking. You know, if the magician explains his game to everyone, Then no one else applauds him. If I explain everything to you, you will consider me a very ordinary person. '
‘I’ll never do that,’ I replied,"You've brought criminology so close to perfect science that no one else in the world could do more than that."
I spoke with such sincerity that my partner's face lit up with joy.One thing I've learned is that Holmes is just as happy to hear a girl praise her appearance.
He said, ‘Let me tell you one more thing.Petept leather and square-topped came in the same car, At the same time, like a friend, they were walking hand in hand. They entered the house and walked back and forth. These spots are clear on the dust. So I understand, He became increasingly excited as he walked. This can be understood by looking at the gap that has been continuously widened. Talking all the time and burning with anger. Then the accident happened. I told you everything I knew.The rest is still guesswork. Of course, the work can be started on this basis. Now we have to leave early, because I want to listen to Norman Neruda's music in the evening concert in Hrale. '
By the time he was all this, our car had been crossing many narrow roads and dirt alleys. The driver suddenly stopped the car when it reached the narrowest and dirtiest place. Pointing to a row of painted brick houses in a chilly place, he said, "That's Odley Court. You will come back and find me here. '
Odley Court is not an interesting place at all. Across the road to recognize a square-like place and rows of disgusting houses. A group of dirty boys and girls and Rangotha reached number 47 by passing through various flags. A ship's flour inside the door. The name of the ranch is engraved on it. I found out that the constable was still in bed. I waited for him in a small living room.
Slightly disturbed by his sleep, he entered the room and said, "I have reported to the office."
"We thought we'd hear it all from your mouth," Holmes said as he took a half-guinea out of his pocket and danced.
"I'll tell you what I know," said the constable, staring at the gold disc.‘Do everything exactly as it happened.’ Rachna sat on the sofa and frowned. As if he decided in his mind that nothing should be left out. Then he started saying, ‘I have been saying this from the beginning. My time is from ten at night to six in the morning. At eleven o'clock there was a fight in the White Heart. Besides, everything is calm. At one point, it started raining. That's when I met Harry Ramchar of Holland Grove Beat. The two of us were standing at the corner of Hendroyta Street talking. A little later - either at two or a little later - I thought I'd take a look at Bixton Road. The other side is as dirty as it is dirty. There is no human sight all the way, only a car is moving.As I was walking, I suddenly saw a light through the window of that house. I knew those two houses in Loriston Gardens were empty. One of the last tenants died of typhoid. So I was amazed to see the light of the window. It is suspected that something went wrong. Reaching the door. '
The companion interrupted, ‘You stopped and went back to the garden gate again. Why did you do that? '
Ranch jumped up and looked at Schalke Holmes in amazement and said, ‘R, that’s right sir. God knows how you know that? You can understand, When I reached the door, the surroundings were so lonely and crowded that it seemed that it was not bad to be with someone in this situation. Although I'm not afraid of anything on the other side of the grave, However, I think I know why, it is his job to test the drain and die of typhoid. This thought turned me on. I went back to the gate to see if the March lantern was in sight. But I didn't see him or anyone else.
‘Was there no one on the way?’
‘No living creatures, sir. Not even a dog. Then I dared to go back and pushed open the door. Silent inside. I went to the room where the light was on. The candle on the mantle-piece was a red candle burning and I saw in its light. '
John Ranch jumped up. Fear on his face, doubt in his eyes. Shouted, ‘Where were you hiding to see all this? I saw it, You know a lot of things you shouldn't know. '
Holmes laughed. "Don't arrest me for murder," said Kadkhana, pointing to the constable. I am also a hunter, not a wolf. You can find out from Mr. Gregson or Mr. Lestrade. Tell me now. What did you do then? '
Ranch sat down again. There was still a look of surprise in his eyes. ‘I went to the gate and blew my flute. So Marcher and two others showed up at the scene. '
‘Was the road empty then?’
‘That was it. So there was no one to talk to. '
‘What do you mean?’
The constable smiled. Said, ‘I’ve seen a lot of drunks in my life, but I’ve never seen him as drunk as a batter; When I came out, he was leaning against the railing, and he was singing Columbine's "Open Flag" or something like that. The guy couldn't stand on his feet, what will help him. '
‘How’s the guy?’ Sherlock Holmes asked.
John Ranch was a little annoyed and said, ‘How about again? As is the case with extreme drunkenness. If we were not so busy then, I would have taken Mr. to the police station. '
Holmes said anxiously, "Didn't you notice his face his clothes all that?"
‘I think I did.Marcher and I made him stand up with great difficulty. The man is tall, with a red face and a downward curve. '
Holmes shouted, ‘That’s it. What happened then? '
The policeman said angrily, "It simply came to our notice then. I bet he just got home. '
‘What was she wearing?’
"A brown overcoat."
‘Did you have a whip in your hand?’
‘Whip — no.’
‘Surely he left.’ My companion said to himself.
‘Didn’t see any cars after that? Or the sound of cars? '
"No."
‘This is your half-guinea.’ My companion stood up and took the hat in his hand. ‘My fear is ranch, you will never improve in the police-line. Look, your head is not only beautiful, it has to be used. You could have been a sergeant last night. The man you held up yesterday is the master of this mystery and we are looking for him. Now there is no point in arguing about this. I mean, that's right. Let's go, doctor. '
I got out for the purpose of my car. The Knesset-Ball still had disbelief in his mind, but he began to feel quite uneasy.
On the way home, Holmes said in a bitter voice, ‘Absolutely stupid! Just think, such an incomparable good fortune came to him, But he could not use it.
‘But I am in that darkness now. It is true that this man's description coincides with your idea of the second side of the mystery. But why would he come back after leaving that house? Criminals don't do that either. '
‘That ring, Dad, that ring. She came back for that ring. If there is no other way to catch him, the ring has to be used as bait. Doctor, I'll get him. And thank you for all that. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't be there. I would have lost such a strange pre-existing subtle survey ঃ blood ঃ why not? A color of murder is woven through the colorless cloth of life. Our job is to discover him, to separate him, to reveal every inch of him. But this time we have to go to lunch and from there to Norman Neruda. His every work is impeccable. Surprisingly, he played the tune of "Chapin":
Leaning in the car, this amateur hound sang like a bird. And I was engrossed in the vast diversity of the human mind.
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