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I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced, elderly gentleman with fiery red hair. With an apology for my intrusion, I was about to withdraw when Holmes pulled me abruptly into the room and closed the door behind me.
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"You could not possibly have come at a better time, my dear Watson," he said cordially.
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"I was afraid that you were engaged."
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"So I am. Very much so."
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"Then I can wait in the next room."
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"Not at all.
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