? ? ? ? I had never heard of the institution, and my face must have proclaimed as much, for Sherlock Homes pulled out his watch.
? ? ? ? "The Diogenes Club is the queerest club in London, and Mycroft one of the queerest men. He's always there from quarter to five to twenty to eight. It's six now, so if you care for a stroll this beautiful evening I shall be very happy to introduce you to two curiosities."
? ? ? ? Five minutes later we were in the street, walking towards Regent's Circus.
? ? ? ? "You wonder," said my companion, "why it is that Mycroft does not use his powers for detective work. He is incapable of it."
? ? ? ? "But I thought you said --"
? ? ? ? "I said that he was my superior in observation and deduction. If the art of the detective began and ended in reasoning from an armchair, my brother would be the greatest criminal agent that ever lived. But he has no ambition and no energy. He will not even go out of his way to verify his own solutions, and would rather be considered wrong than take the trouble to prove himself right. Again and again I have taken a problem to him, and have received an explanation which has afterwards proved to be the correct one.
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