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4. CHAPTER IV.  WHAT JOHN RANCE HAD TO TELL.
 (continued)"The ring, man, the ring:  that was what he came back for.  
 If we have no other way of catching him, we can always bait 
 our line with the ring.  I shall have him, Doctor -- I'll lay 
 you two to one that I have him.  I must thank you for it all.  
 I might not have gone but for you, and so have missed the 
 finest study I ever came across:  a study in scarlet, eh?  
 Why shouldn't we use a little art jargon.  There's the 
 scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein 
 of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and 
 expose every inch of it.  And now for lunch, and then for 
 Norman Neruda.  Her attack and her bowing are splendid.  
 What's that little thing of Chopin's she plays so 
 magnificently: Tra-la-la-lira-lira-lay." Leaning back in the cab, this amateur bloodhound carolled 
 away like a lark while I meditated upon the many-sidedness 
 of the human mind. |