The first
fellow was a bit too active, but the second was caught by the
under-gardener and only got away after a struggle. He was a
middle-sized, strongly-built man -- square jaw, thick neck,
moustache, a mask over his eyes."
"That's rather vague," said Sherlock Holmes.
"Why, it might be a description of Watson!"
"It's true," said the inspector, with much amusement.
"It might be a description of Watson."
"Well, I am afraid I can't help you, Lestrade," said Holmes.
"The fact is that I knew this fellow Milverton, that I
considered him one of the most dangerous men in London, and that
I think there are certain crimes which the law cannot touch,
and which therefore, to some extent, justify private revenge.
No, it's no use arguing. I have made up my mind. My sympathies
are with the criminals rather than with the victim, and I will
not handle this case."
Holmes had not said one word to me about the tragedy which we
had witnessed, but I observed all the morning that he was in his
most thoughtful mood, and he gave me the impression, from his
vacant eyes and his abstracted manner, of a man who is striving
to recall something to his memory.
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