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doyle-his-717	Arthur Conan Doyle	His Last Bow			.epub	application/epub+zip	60006	5061	89	By some juggling of the clocks it is quite possible that they may have got Scott Eccles to bed earlier than he thought but in any case it is likely that when Garcia went out of his way to tell him that it was one it was really not more than twelve. "Just sit down in that chair, Watson," said Sherlock Holmes when we had returned to our apartment at the Bull. "A chaotic case, my dear Watson," said Holmes over an evening pipe. "Let us reconstruct, Watson," said Holmes after half an hour of silence. "Dear me, Watson," said Holmes, staring with great curiosity at the slips of foolscap which the landlady had handed to him, "this is certainly a little unusual. "In that case," said Holmes, "my suggestion is that we lock this door, leave things as we found them, go with this lady to her room, and form our opinion after we have heard what it is that she has to say to us." "Our time is limited, Watson," said Holmes.	./cache/doyle-his-717.epub	./txt/doyle-his-717.txt