? ? ? ? Finding that Holmes was too absorbed for conversation, I had tossed aside the barren paper, and, leaning back in my chair I fell into a brown study. Suddenly my companion's voice broke in upon my thoughts.
? ? ? ? "You are right, Watson," said he. "It does seem a very preposterous way of settling a dispute."
? ? ? ? "Most preposterous!" I exclaimed, and then, suddenly realizing how he had echoed the inmost thought of my soul, I sat up in my chair and stared at him in blank amazement.
? ? ? ? "What is this, Holmes?" I cried. "This is beyond anything which I could have imagined."
? ? ? ? He laughed heartily at my perplexity.
? ? ? ? "You remember," said he, "that some little time ago, when I read you the passage in one of Poe's sketches, in which a close reasoner follows the unspoken thoughts of his companion, you were inclined to treat the matter as a mere tour de force of the author.
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