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波思克姆比溪谷秘案 The Boscombe Valleymstery02（第2页）
“Well，obviouslyitothavebeeheson。Theson，asfarasheknew，wasinBristol。Itwasmerecethathewaswithihe‘eanttoattracttheattentiowasthathehadtheappoih。But‘Cooee’isadistinctlyAustraliandonewhichisusedbetweenAustraliaroionthatthepersoneatBoseonewhohadbeeninAustralia。”
“Whatoftherat，then?”
SherloestookafoldedpaperfromhispodflatteohisisamapoftheyofVictoria，”hesaid。“IwiredtoBristolforitlasthishaofthemap。“Whatdoyouread?”
“ARAT，”Iread。
“Andnow?”Heraisedhishand。
“BALLARAT。”
“Quiteso。Thatwasthewordthemanuttered，andofwhionlycaughtthelasttwosyllables。Hewastryihenameofhismurderer。Soandso，ofBallarat。”
“Itiswonderful!”Iexclaimed。
“Itisobvious。Andnow，yousee，Ihadhefielddowhepossessiarmentointwhitiateme，wasaty。WehaveerevaguehedefiionofanAustralianfromBallaratwithagreycloak。”
&ainly。”
“Andonewhowasathomei，forthepoollybeapproachedbythefarmorbytheestate，wherestrangerscouldhardly>
“Quiteso。”
“Thenesourexpeditionofto-day。ByaionairifliailswhichIgavetothatimbecileLestrade，astothepersonalityoftheal。”
“Buthowdidyougainthem?”
“Youkisfouheobservationoftrifles。”
“HisheightIknowthatyhlyjudgefromthelengthofhisstride。Hisboots，too，mightbetoldfromtheirtraces。”
&heywerepeculiarboots。”
“Buthislameness?”
“Theimpressionhtfootwasalwayslessdistinhisleft。Heputlessweightuponit。Why?Becausehelimped——he>
“Buthisleft-handedness。”
“Youwereyourselfstruckbytheheinjuryasrecordedbythesurgeo。Theblowwasstruediatelybehioside。Now，howthatbeuwerebyaleft-handedmaoodbehindthattreedurierviewbetweeherandson。Hehadevehere。Ifoundtheashofacigar，whichmyspeowledgeoftobaccoasheseopronounIndiancigar。Ihave，asyoukedsomeattentiontothis，alemonographontheashesof140differeiesofpipe，dcigarettetobagfouhenlookedroundahestumpamongthemosswherehehadtossedit。ItwasanIndiancigar，ofthevarietywhicharerolledinRotterdam。”
“Andthecigar-holder?”
“Icouldseethattheendhadnotbeeninhismouth。Thereforeheusedaholder。Thetiphadbeenotbittenoff，buttheotae，soIdedutpen-knife。”
“Holmes，”Isaid，“youhavedrawhismanfromwhiotesdyouhavesavedahumarulyasifyouhadcutthecordwhiginghim。Iseethedireoiis……”
“Mr。JohnTureleningthed-room，andusheringinavisitor。
Themaeredwasastrangeandimpressivefigure。Hisslow，limpingstepandbowedshavetheappearaude，ahishard，deep-lined，craggyfeatures，andhisenormouslimbsshowedthatheossessedofunusualstrengthofbodyandofcharacter。Histangledbeard，grizzledhair，andoutstanding，droopingeyebrowsbiogiveanairofdignityaohisappearahisfacewasofae，whilehislipsandtheersofhisnostrilsweretihashadeofblue。Itwaseataglahewasinthegripofsomedeadlyandicdisease。
“Praysitdownonthesofa，”saidHolmesgently。“Youhadmynote?”
&helodge-keeperbroughtitup。Yousaidthatyouwishedtoseemeheretoavoidsdal。”
“IthoughtpeoplewouldtalkifIwenttotheHall。”
“Andwhydidyouwishtoseeme?”Helookedaypanionwithdespairinhiswearyeyes，asthoughhisquestionwasalreadyanswered。
“Yes，”saidHolmes，ahelookratherthanthewords。“Itisso。IknowallaboutMcCarthy。”
