? ? ? ? Sherlock Holmes's prophecy was soon fulfilled, and in a dramatic fashion. At half-past seven next morning, in the first dim glimmer of daylight, I found him standing by my bedside in hls dressing-gown.
? ? ? ? "There's a brougham waiting for us, Watson," said he.
? ? ? ? "What's the matter, then?"
? ? ? ? "The Brook Street business."
? ? ? ? "Any fresh news?"
? ? ? ? "Tragic, but ambiguous," said he, pulling up the blind. "Look at this -- a sheet from a notebook, with 'For God's sake come at once. P. T.,' scrawled upon it in pencil. Our friend, the doctor, was hard put to it when he wrote this. Come along, my dear fellow, for it's an urgent call."
? ? ? ? In a quarter of an hour or so we were back at the physician's house.
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