? ? ? ? "What do you think of him, Watson?" asked Holmes.
? ? ? ? I stooped over him and examined him. His pulse was feeble and intermittent, but his breathing grew longer, and there was a little shivering of his eyelids, which showed a thin white slit of ball beneath.
? ? ? ? "It has been touch and go with him," said I, "but he'll live now. Just open that window, and hand me the water carafe." I undid his collar, poured the cold water over his face, and raised and sank his arms until he drew a long, natural breath. "It's only a question of time now," said I as I turned away from him.
? ? ? ? Holmes stood by the table, with his hands deep in his trousers' pockets and his chin upon his breast.
? ? ? ? "I suppose we ought to call the police in now," said he. "And yet I confess that I'd like to give them a complete case when they come.
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