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The Boscombe Valley Mystery
"Thecaseisasplainasapikestaff,andthemoreonegoesintoittheplaineritbecomes. Still,ofcourse,onecan’trefusealady,andsuchaverypositiveone,too. Shehasheardofyou,andwouldhaveyouropinion,thoughIrepeatedlytoldherthattherewasnothingwhichyoucoulddowhichIhadnotalreadydone. Why,blessmysoul! hereishercarriageatthedoor."
HehadhardlyspokenbeforethererushedintotheroomoneofthemostlovelyyoungwomenthatIhaveeverseeninmylife. Hervioleteyesshining,herlipsparted,apinkflushuponhercheeks,allthoughtofhernaturalreservelostinheroverpoweringexcitementandconcern.
"Oh,Mr.SherlockHolmes!"shecried,glancingfromonetotheotherofus,andfinally,withawoman’squickintuition,fasteninguponmycompanion, "Iamsogladthatyouhavecome. Ihavedrivendowntotellyouso. IknowthatJamesdidn’tdoit. Iknowit,andIwantyoutostartuponyourworkknowingit,too. Neverletyourselfdoubtuponthatpoint. Wehaveknowneachothersincewewerelittlechildren,andIknowhisfaultsasnooneelsedoes;butheistootenderheartedtohurtafly. Suchachargeisabsurdtoanyonewhoreallyknowshim."
"Ihopewemayclearhim,MissTurner,"saidSherlockHolmes. "YoumayrelyuponmydoingallthatIcan."
"Butyouhavereadtheevidence.Youhaveformedsomeconclusion? Doyounotseesomeloophole,someflaw? Doyounotyourselfthinkthatheisinnocent?"
"Ithinkthatitisveryprobable."
"There,now!"shecried,throwingbackherheadandlookingdefiantlyatLestrade. "Youhear! Hegivesmehopes."