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The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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members he has possibly given some surgical assistance, and which
has made him a small presentation in return."

"Really, Watson, you excel yourself," said Holmes, pushing back
his chair and lighting a cigarette. "I am bound to say that in
all the accounts which you have been so good as to give of my
own small achievements you have habitually underrated your own
abilities. It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but
you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing
genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my
dear fellow, that I am very much in your debt."

He had never said as much before, and I must admit that his words
gave me keen pleasure, for I had often been piqued by his
indifference to my admiration and to the attempts which I had
made to give publicity to his methods. I was proud, too, to
think that I had so far mastered his system as to apply it in a
way which earned his approval. He now took the stick from my
hands and examined it for a few minutes with his naked eyes.
Then with an expression of interest he laid down his cigarette,
and carrying the cane to the window, he looked over it again with
a convex lens.

"Interesting, though elementary," said he as he returned to his
favourite corner of the settee. "There are certainly one or two
indications upon the stick. It gives us the basis for several

"Has anything escaped me?" I asked with some self-importance.
"I trust that there is nothing of consequence which I have
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