The engineer does not have a thumb

I brought two cases to Sherlock Holmes myself. A Mr. Concerning Heatherly's thumb, and another Colonel Warburton's madness. The first of the two was much more bizarre and dramatic. The summer events of 189. Barely married. Leaving the house on Baker Street, the doctor is quite frozen. I visit Holmes often and try to break his bohemian nature. I used to do medicine near Paddington station. Many employees of the nearby station used to come to cure the disease. I healed the pain of one of them in such a way that the gentleman was full of praise for me at eight o'clock in the afternoon. He used to send patients to me. One day, just before seven o'clock in the morning, the maid came and told me that two people had come from the station. I got down early after getting dressed. I know, the case of the railways is never small and can never be delayed. As I was descending the stairs, the gentleman, my former guard, came out of the house and closed the door. He whispered, "I brought him."