"
"No, sir; I believe you mean well by me. But we all have our own
systems, Mr. Holmes. You have yours, and maybe I have mine."
"Let us say no more about it."
"You're welcome always to my news. This fellow is a perfect
savage, as strong as a cart-horse and as fierce as the devil. He
chewed Downing's thumb nearly off before they could master him.
He hardly speaks a word of English, and we can get nothing out of
him but grunts."
"And you think you have evidence that he murdered his late
master?"
"I didn't say so, Mr. Holmes; I didn't say so. We all have our
little ways. You try yours and I will try mine. That's the
agreement."
Holmes shrugged his shoulders as we walked away together. "I
can't make the man out. He seems to be riding for a fall. Well,
as he says, we must each try our own way and see what comes of
it. But there's something in Inspector Baynes which I can't
quite understand."
"Just sit down in that chair, Watson," said Sherlock Holmes when
we had returned to our apartment at the Bull. "I want to put you
in touch with the situation, as I may need your help to-night.
Let me show you the evolution of this case so far as I have been
able to follow it. Simple as it has been in its leading
features, it has none the less presented surprising difficulties
in the way of an arrest.
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