? ? ? ? "No, I solved it," said my friend, smiling.
? ? ? ? "It was Adams, of course."
? ? ? ? "Yes, it was Adams."
? ? ? ? "I was sure of it from the first." The two sat down together in the bow-window of the club. "To anyone who wishes to study mankind this is the spot," said Mycroft. "Look at the magnificent types! Look at these two men who are coming towards us, for example."
? ? ? ? "The billiard-marker and the other?"
? ? ? ? "Precisely. What do you make of the other?"
? ? ? ? The two men had stopped opposite the window. Some chalk marks over the waistcoat pocket were the only signs of billiards which I could see in one of them. The other was a very small, dark fellow, with his hat pushed back and several packages under his arm.
? ? ? ? "An old soldier, I perceive," said Sherlock.
? ? ? ? "And very recently discharged," remarked the brother.
? ? ? ? "Served in India, I see."
? ? ? ? "And a non-commissioned officer.
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