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S about it when you entered the room. I think, Watson, a brandy and soda
would do him no harm. Now, sir, I suggest that you take no notice of
this addition to your audience, and that you proceed with your narrative
exactly as you would have done had you never been interrupted." Our
visitor had gulped off the brandy and the colour had returned to his
face. With a dubious glance at the inspector's notebook, he plunged at
once into his extraordinary statement. "I am a bachelor," said he, "and
being of a sociable turn I cultivate a large number of friends. Among
these are the family of a retired brewer called Melville, living at
Abermarle Mansion, Kensington. It was at his table that I met some weeks
ago a young fellow named