? ? ? ? He dived his arm down to the bottom of the chest and brought up a small wooden box with a sliding lid such as children's toys are kept in. From within he produced a crumpled piece of paper, an old-fashioned brass key, a peg of wood with a ball of string attached to it, and three rusty old discs of metal.
? ? ? ? "Well, my boy, what do you make of this lot?" he asked, smiling at my expression.
? ? ? ? "It is a curious collection."
? ? ? ? "Very curious, and the story that hangs round it will strike you as being more curious still."
? ? ? ? "These relics have a history, then?"
? ? ? ? "So much so that they are history."
? ? ? ? "What do you mean by that?"
? ? ? ? Sherlock Holmes picked them up one by one and laid them along the edge of the table. Then he reseated himself in his chair and looked them over with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.
? ? ? ? "These," said he, "are all that I have left to remind me of the adventure of the Musgrave Ritual."
? ? ? ? I had heard him mention the case more than once, though I had never been able to gather the details.
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