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Sherlock Flolrnes and the Strange Mr angel
Sherlock Holmes looked down from his flat into the London
street.
'Ah,-Watson! Somebody iscoming here,' he said.'Look, there,
across the street!'
I went to the window and saw a large woman in a big hat. She
looked up at us.
'Is shecoming?' I said.'Look, she isn't moving.'
'It's difiicult for her,'Holmes answered.'She wants help, but -
ah, she's coming now.'
The woman walkedslowly across
front door.
'She has a problem,'Holmes said.
'A problem?'
'It's a man,' Holmes said.'She doesn't understand him, so she
wantsmy help.'
Some minutes later, Miss Mary Sutherland came into Holmes's
room. She told us her name and sat down in a chair.
Holmes looked ather carefully.
'Is
typing
difficult when you have weak eyes?'he asked her.
'It was when I started,' she answered.'But now I don't have to
lookdown at my fingers, and - oh! How did you know?'
Holmes laughed. 'I'm a detective,' he said. 'It's my job. This is
my friend, Dr'W'atson. Norv,tell me, why do you want to see me?'
.I
want you to Íind somebody for me,'Miss Sutherland said.
'His name is Mr Hosmer Angel. I'm notrich, but I can pay you.
I have one hundred pounds a year and the money from my
typing.My father - Mr Windibank - doesn't know that I'mhere.
He doesn't want help from you or from the police. He says that I
have to forget Mr Angel. But I can't do that.'
Baker Street to Holmest