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The Boscombe Valley Mystery
"Really! Doesitnotstrike-youasalittlesingularthatthisMcCarthy,whoappearstohavehadlittleofhisown,andtohavebeenundersuchobligationstoTurner,shouldstilltalkofmarryinghissontoTurner’sdaughter,whois,presumably,heiresstotheestate,andthatinsuchaverycocksuremanner,asifitweremerelyacaseofaproposalandallelsewouldfollow? Itisthemorestrange,sinceweknowthatTurnerhimselfwasaversetotheidea. Thedaughtertoldusasmuch. Doyounotdeducesomethingfromthat?"
"Wehavegottothedeductionsandtheinferences,"saidLestrade,winkingatme. "Ifindithardenoughtotacklefacts,Holmes,withoutflyingawayaftertheoriesandfancies."
"Youareright,"saidHolmesdemurely;"youdofinditveryhardtotacklethefacts."
"Anyhow,Ihavegraspedonefactwhichyouseemtofinditdifficulttogetholdof,"repliedLestradewithsomewarmth.
"Andthatis—"
"ThatMcCarthyseniormethisdeathfromMcCarthyjuniorandthatalltheoriestothecontraryarethemerestmoonshine."
"Well,moonshineisabrighterthingthanfog,"saidHolmes,laughing. "ButIamverymuchmistakenifthisisnotHatherleyFarmupontheleft."
"Yes,thatisit." Itwasawidespread,comfortable-lookingbuilding,two-storied,slate-roofed,withgreatyellowblotchesoflichenuponthegraywalls. Thedrawnblindsandthesmokelesschimneys,however,gaveitastrickenlook,asthoughtheweightofthishorrorstilllayheavyuponit.