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Doyle, Arthur Conan

"The Adventures Of Sherlock Holmes"

In a quarter of an hour we were in Bloomsbury at the Alpha Inn, which is a small public-house at the corner of one of the streets which runs down into Holborn. Holmes pushed open the door of the private bar and ordered two glasses of beer from the ruddy-faced, white-aproned landlord.


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"Your beer should be excellent if it is as good as your geese," said he.


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"My geese!" The man seemed surprised.


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"Yes. I was speaking only half an hour ago to Mr. Henry Baker, who was a member of your goose club."


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"Ah! yes, I see. But you see, sir, them's not our geese."


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"Indeed! Whose, then?"


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"Well, I got the two dozen from a salesman in Covent Garden."


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"Indeed? I know some of them. Which was it?"


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"Breckinridge is his name."


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"Ah! I don't know him.


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