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Some three hours or so afterwards we were all in the train together, bound from Reading to the little Berkshire village. There were Sherlock Holmes, the hydraulic engineer, Inspector Bradstreet, of Scotland Yard, a plain-clothes man, and myself. Bradstreet had spread an ordnance map of the county out upon the seat and was busy with his compasses drawing a circle with Eyford for its centre.
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"There you are," said he. "That circle is drawn at a radius of ten miles from the village. The place we want must be somewhere near that line. You said ten miles, I think, sir."
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"It was an hour's good drive."
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"And you think that they brought you back all that way when you were unconscious?"
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"They must have done so.l have a confused memory, too, of having been lifted and conveyed somewhere."
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"What I cannot understand," said I, "is why they should have spared you when they found you lying fainting in the garden.
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