? ? ? ? "Here it is," said he, "written with a J pen on royal cream paper by a middle-aged man with a weak constitution.
? ? ? ? "Sir [he saysl:
? ? ? ? "In answer to your advertisement of to-day's date, I beg to inform you that I know the young lady in question very well. If you should care to call upon me I could give you some particulars as to her painful history. She is living at present at The Myrtles, Beckenham.
"Yours faithfully,
"J. Davenport.
? ? ? ? "He writes from Lower Brixton," said Mycroft Holmes. "Do you not think that we might drive to him now, Sherlock, and learn these particulars?"
? ? ? ? "My dear Mycroft, the brother's life is more valuable than the sister's story. I think we should call at Scotland Yard for Inspector Gregson and go straight out to Beckenham. We know that a man is being done to death, and every hour may be vital."
? ? ? ? "Better pick up Mr. Melas on our way," I suggested. "We may need an interpreter."
? ? ? ? "Excellent," said Sherlock Holmes. "Send the boy for a four-wheeler, and we shall be off at once.
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