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"And the cigar-holder?"
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"I could see that the end had not been in his mouth. Therefore he used a holder. The tip had been cut off, not bitten off, but the cut was not a clean one, so I deduced a blunt pen-knife."
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"Holmes," I said, "you have drawn a net round this man from which he cannot escape, and you have saved an innocent human life as truly as if you had cut the cord which was hanging him. I see the direction in which all this points. The culprit is --"
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"Mr. John Turner," cried the hotel waiter, opening the door of our sitting-room, and ushering in a visitor.
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