? ? ? ? "Well, that was reasonable and considerate," said Holmes. "Come, Watson, for we have a good day's work before us in town."
? ? ? ? Mr. Joseph Harrison drove us down to the station, and we were soon whirling up in a Portsmouth train. Holmes was sunk in profound thought and hardly opened his mouth until we had passed Clapham Junction.
? ? ? ? "It's a very cheery thing to come into London by any of these lines which run high and allow you to look down upon the houses like this."
? ? ? ? I thought he was joking, for the view was sordid enough, but he soon explained himself.
? ? ? ? "Look at those big, isolated clumps of buildings rising up above the slates, like brick islands in a lead-coloured sea."
? ? ? ? "The board-schools."
? ? ? ? "Light-houses, my boy! Beacons of the future! Capsules with hundreds of bright little seeds in each. out of which will spring the wiser, better England of the future. I suppose that man Phelps does not drink?"
? ? ? ? "I should not think so."
? ? ? ? "Nor should I, but we are bound to take every possibility into account. The poor devil has certainly got himself into very deep water, and it's a question whether we shall ever be able to get him ashore.
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