? ? ? ? A few minutes later we were joined by a short, stout man whose olive face and coal black hair proclaimed his Southern origin, though his speech was that of an educated Englishman. He shook hands eagerly with Sherlock Holmes, and his dark eyes sparkled with pleasure when he understood that the specialist was anxious to hear his story.
? ? ? ? "I do not believe that the police credit me -- on my word, I do not," said he in a wailing voice. "Just because they have never heard of it before, they think that such a thing cannot be. But I know that I shall never be easy in my mind until I know what has become of my poor man with the sticking-plaster upon his face."
? ? ? ? "I am all attention," said Sherlock Holmes.
? ? ? ? "This is Wednesday evening," said Mr. Melas. "Well, then, it was Monday night -- only two days ago, you understand -- that all this happened. I am an interpreter, as perhaps my neighbour there has told you. I interpret all languages -- or nearly all -- but as I am a Greek by birth and with a Grecian name, it is with that particular tongue that I am principally associated. For many years I have been the chief Greek interpreter in London, and my name is very well known in the hotels.
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