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"Come," cried the inspector, laughing; "it's a very pretty diversity of opinion. We have boxed the compass among us. Who do you give your casting vote to?"
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"You are all wrong."
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"But we can't all be."
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"Oh, yes, you can. This is my point." He placed his finger in the centre of the circle. "This is where we shall find them."
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"But the twelve-mile drive?" gasped Hatherley.
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"Six out and six back. Nothing simpler. You say yourself that the horse was fresh and glossy when you got in. How could it be that if it had gone twelve miles over heavy roads?"
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"Indeed, it is a likely ruse enough," observed Bradstreet thoughtfully. "Of course there can be no doubt as to the nature of this gang."
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"None at all," said Holmes. "They are coiners on a large scale, and have used the machine to form the amalgam which has taken the place of silver.
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