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From long habit the train of thoughts ran so swiftly through my mind, that I arrived at the conclusion without being conscious of intermediate steps.

There were such steps, however.

The train of reasoning ran, 'Here is a gentleman of a medical type, but with the air of a military man.

Clearly an army doctor, then.

He has just come from the tropics, for his face is dark, and that is not the natural tint of his skin, for his wrists are fair.

He has undergone hardship and sickness, as his haggard face says clearly.

His left arm has been injured.

He holds it in a stiff and unnatural manner.

Where in the tropics could an English army doctor have seen much hardship and got his arm wounded? Clearly in Afghanistan.' The whole train of thought did not occupy a second.

I then remarked that you came from Afghanistan, and you were astonished."

"It is simple enough as you explain it," I said, smiling. "You remind me of Edgar Allen Poe's Dupin. I had no idea that such individuals did exist outside of stories."

Sherlock Holmes rose and lit his pipe.

"No doubt you think that you are complimenting me in comparing me to Dupin," he observed.

"Now, in my opinion, Dupin was a very inferior fellow.

That trick of his of breaking in on his friends' thoughts with an apropos remark after a quarter of an hour's silence is really very showy and superficial.

He had some analytical genius, no doubt; but he was by no means such a phenomenon as Poe appeared to imagine."

"Have you read Gaboriau's works?" I asked. "Does Lecoq come up to your idea of a detective?"

Sherlock Holmes sniffed sardonically.

"Lecoq was a miserable bungler," he said, in an angry voice; "he had only one thing to recommend him, and that was his energy.

That book made me positively ill.

The question was how to identify an unknown prisoner.

I could have done it in twenty-four hours.

Lecoq took six months or so.

It might be made a text-book for detectives to teach them what to avoid."

I felt rather indignant at having two characters whom I had admired treated in this cavalier style. I walked over to the window, and stood looking out into the busy street. "This fellow may be very clever," I said to myself, "but he is certainly very conceited."

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