A SCANDAL IN BOHEMIA

...one night- it was 20 of march, 1888- I was returning from a journey to a patient (for I had now returned to civil practice),when my way lead to me through Baker shreet. As I passed the well- remembered door, which must always associated in my mind with my wooing, and with the dark incidents of the study in Scarlet ,I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing the extraordinary powers....

His rooms were brilliantly lit,and even as I looked up, I saw his tall spare figure pass twice in a dark sihouette against the blind.

He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly , with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their own story . He was at his work again. He had risen out of his drugcreated dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new problem. I rang the bell and shown up to the chamber which had formerly been in part my own.

His manner was not effusive. It seldom was ;but he was glad, I think ,to see me. with hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he waved to me an armchair, threw across his case of cigars, and indicated a spirit case and a gasogene in the corner. Then he stood before the fire and looked me over in his singular introspective fashion.

..."Wedlock suits you", he remarked." I think, Watson, that you have put on seven and half pounds since I saw you"....

..."Seven!" I answered....

"Indeed , I should have thought a little more , just a trifle more , I fancy, Watson. And in practice again, I observe. You did not tell me that you intended to go into harness ".

..."Then, how do you know ?"...

"I see it ,I deduce it. How do I know that you have been getting yourself very wet lately ,and that you have a most clumsy and careless servant girl?"

"My dear Holmes ", said I," this is too much. You would certainly have been burned, had you live a few centuries ago. It is true that I had a country walk on Thursday and came home in a dreadful mess, but has I have changed my clothes I can't imagine how you deduce it. As to Mary Jane, she is incorrigible, and my wife has given her notice, but there, again ,I fail to see how you worked out."

...He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long , nervous hands together. ...

"It is simplicity itself", said he;" my eyes tell me that on the inside of your left shoe,just where the firelight strikes it, the leather is scored by six almost parellel cuts. Obviously they have been caused by someone who has very carelessly scraped the round edges of the sole in order to remove crusted mud from it. Hence, you see, my double deduction that you had been out in vile weather, and that you had a particularly malignant boot - slitting specimen of the London slavey.

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