"You shall
see the body at the mortuary, but we have made nothing of it up
to now. He is a tall man, sunburned, very powerful, not more
than thirty. He is poorly dressed, and yet does not appear to
be a labourer. A horn-handled clasp knife was lying in a pool
of blood beside him. Whether it was the weapon which did the
deed, or whether it belonged to the dead man, I do not know.
There was no name on his clothing, and nothing in his pockets
save an apple, some string, a shilling map of London, and a
photograph. Here it is."
It was evidently taken by a snap-shot from a small camera.
It represented an alert, sharp-featured simian man with thick
eyebrows, and a very peculiar projection of the lower part of
the face like the muzzle of a baboon.
"And what became of the bust?" asked Holmes, after a careful
study of this picture.
"We had news of it just before you came. It has been found
in the front garden of an empty house in Campden House Road.
It was broken into fragments. I am going round now to see it.
Will you come?"
"Certainly. I must just take one look round." He examined the
carpet and the window.
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