Sherlock Holmes A resurrection. The horrible gift. It was eleven o'clock in the morning. The famous detective was seated in front of the delicious lunch that his hostess, Mrs. Hudson, had prepared for him. Usually, Sherlock Holmes got up early, but since he had only returned in the morning from a night excursion through London, he had lingered a little in bed. He had almost finished his luncheon, when Tom Wylls, his faithful collaborator, entered and informed him of the visit of a gentleman who wished urgently to speak to Mr. Holmes. The detective showed no surprise or spite because his rest, although already quite restricted, was interrupted again. - Mrs. Hudson, he said to his hostess, you can serve. Fortunately, I swallowed a little food, because my visitor did not give me time to finish my meal We're going to have to work from there, Tom. Bring in the lord.
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