? ? ? ? "I wanted your advice, sir. I don't know what to do, and my whole life seems to have gone to pieces."
? ? ? ? "You wish to employ me as a consulting detective?"
? ? ? ? "Not that only. I want your opinion as a judicious man -- as a man of the world. I want to know what I ought to do next. I hope to God you'll be able to tell me."
? ? ? ? He spoke in little, sharp, jerky outbursts, and it seemed to me that to speak at all was very painful to him, and that his will all through was overriding his inclinations.
? ? ? ? "It's a very delicate thing," said he. "One does not like to speak of one's domestic affairs to strangers. It seems dreadful to discuss the conduct of one's wife with two men whom I have never seen before. It's horrible to have to do it. But I've got to the end of my tether, and I must have advice."
? ? ? ? "My dear Mr. Grant Munro --" began Holmes.
? ? ? ? Our visitor sprang from his chair. "What!" he cried, "you know my name?"
? ? ? ? "If you wish to preserve your incognito," said Holmes, smiling, "I would suggest that you cease to write your name upon the lining of your hat, or else that you turn the crown towards the person whom you are addressing.
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