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"Thank you," said Holmes, "I only wished to ask you how you would go from here to the Strand."
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"Third right, fourth left," answered the assistant promptly, closing the door.
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"Smart fellow, that," observed Holmes as we walked away. "He is, in my judgment. the fourth smartest man in London, and for daring I am not sure that he has not a claim to be third. I have known something of him before."
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"Evidently," said I, "Mr. Wilson's assistant counts for a good deal in this mystery of the Red-headed League. I am sure that you inquired your way merely in order that you might see him."
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"Not him."
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"What then?"
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"The knees of his trousers.
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