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A Case Of Identity by Conan Doyle

During Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson the conversation, Mary Sutherland comes. She says her story. Her father died, and now she lives with her mother and stepfather, not much older than she is. Mary inherited the small capital from his uncle, that she receives by small parts every year. This money she gives to family and earning for living herself by typing. Since Mary’s father was a plumber, every year they receive the invitation to the plumbers’ ball. Step-father does not allow Mary to go to the ball. But one year he is gone to France, she goes to the ball, where she met with Mr. Hosmer Angel and fell in love with him.

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A Case Of Identity by Conan Doyle

‘My dear fellow,’ said Sherlock Holmes as we sat by the fire in his house at Baker Street, ‘real life is infinitely stranger than anything we could invent. We would not dare invent things, which are commonplace things of life. If we could go out of that window, fly over this great city, gently remove the roofs of houses and look at the peculiar things that are happening, the strange coincidences, the plans, and the wonderful chains of events, we would discover things much more interesting than in books.’

A Case Of Identity by Conan Doyle

‘But I do not believe it,’ I answered. ‘The stories in the newspapers are never very interesting. In fact, they are always very boring.’

‘That is because,’ said Holmes, ‘newspapers always repeat the official reports of magistrates and police reports. Yon can be certain that there is nothing as unnatural and strange as the commonplace.’

‘I know,’ I replied, ‘that your cases are always very interesting, but let us look at today’s newspaper,’

I picked up the newspaper and began to read an article. It was about a husband who was cruel to his wife.

‘I don’t have to read the article,’ I said, ‘but I am sure that the man had a girlfriend, that he drank and that he began to hit his wife. I am also sure that there was a sympathetic sister or landlady.’

‘You have chosen a bad example, Watson,’ said Holmes, ‘because I have worked on this case. The man, Mr Dundas, did not have a girlfriend and he did not drink and he did not hit her. Instead, at the end of every meal he took out his false teeth and threw them at his wife. You must admit that nobody could invent such a story!’

‘Do you have any interesting cases now?’ I asked.

‘Well, I am working on ten or twelve cases, but none of them are interesting. They are important, you understand, without being interesting. I have found that unimportant matters are usually more interesting. If there is a big crime, the motive is generally obvious. So, they are generally not very interesting. But I think I will have an interesting case in a few minutes.’

Holmes was standing at the window and looking down at the dull, grey London streets. There was a woman standing in the street. She was moving her hands nervously. It was obvious that she could not make up her mind…






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