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had worn away around the seams of his black pants. I had brought this p with my
colleague and according to him when he’d shown up at our door he had bits of jam
and doughnut smeared around his face, he put the jaundice tinge down to the glow
of his precious fire. This didn’t ease my discomfort, not in the slightest.
“He’s clearly mad” noted Holmes “I shouldn’t expect this should amount to much” still
staring at the unmoving thumb lying unmoving and cold upon our coffee table, sitting
rather comfortably alongside a cup of tea and a half ate pack of chocolate digestives.