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"And on what day did he meet his death?"
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"On Monday."
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"Then perhaps, Mr. Holmes, you will be good enough to explain how it is that I have received a letter from him to-day."
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Sherlock Holmes sprang out of his chair as if he had been galvanized.
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"What!" he roared.
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"Yes, to-day." She stood smiling, holding up a little slip of paper in the air.
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"May I see it?"
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"Certainly."
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He snatched it from her in his eagerness, and smoothing it out upon the table he drew over the lamp and examined it intently. I had left my chair and was gazing at it over his shoulder. The envelope was a very coarse one and was stamped with the Gravesend postmark and with the date of that very day, or rather of the day before, for it was considerably after midnight.
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