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. $«•'". "Lend me yoUf bull's-eye, Sergeant,*' said iny compft'ttion, "Now tie this bit of card found my neck, so as to hang it iti front of me. Thank you. Now 1 must kick off my boots and stockings! Just you carry them down with you, Watson. I am going to do a little Climbing. And dip my handkerchief into the creosote. That will do. Now come Up into the garret with me for a moment." We clambered up through the hole. Holmes turned his light once more upon the footsteps in the dust. "I wish you particularly to notice these footmarks," he said. "Do you observe anything noteworthy about them?" "They belong," I said, "to a child or a small woman." "Apart from their size, though. Is there anything elso?'' "They appear to l>» much as other footmarks." "Not at all. Look here! This is the print of a right foot in the dust. Now J make one with my naked foot beside it. What is the chi«f difference?" "Your toes arc all cramped together. The other print ht?.s i.'iich toe Distinctly .divided." "Quite so. That is the point. Bear -that in mind. Now, would you kindly step over to the flap-window and smell the edge of the woodwork? I shall stay over here, as i have this handkerchief in my hand." I did as he directed, and was instantly conscious of a strong tarry .sine 11. "That is whore lie put his foot in get.•ting out. If you can trace him, I should think that Toby will have no difficulty. Now run downstairs, loose the dog, and look out for Blondin." By the time that I got. out into the grounds Sherlock Holmes was on the roof, ".nd I t'viuhl soe him like nn enormous p;lo\Y-\yon.i, cr;;vvlin.f" very slowly lost sight of him of chimneys, but he ?.".n::l, and then vanished one.? i::!'.7v u;:on the opposite side. "\Vhor: I raa'lo Hiy \vay :-<.:vmd there I fovnu! hi::i :--,:.-fiiod :>t. OIK- of the corner aloup; the behind n presently \Vhat is that •'No/' "Co:v".v.u."-d t!:(.' follow! it's a most brealr-iK'c'c p!nc^. 1 or.ght tp-be able to Cfinio down whcirr. 1 In.; could climb •-up. The waU-i-pipo l',u-!s pretty firm. There way a :.-cui-ni:i^ of the feet, and tlui hr.iii-rn !;c ; ;an to c^-aie ntcadily down the suit- of the wall. Then with a light irorinj" lie came on to the barrel, and from there to 1.he earth. "It was easy to follow him," lie said, drawing on his stockings and boots. "Tiles were loosened tho wh :le way along', and in his hurry he had dropped this. It confirms my diagnosis, a.s you doctors express it." The object which he held up to mo was ;i small pocket or pouch woven out of colored grasses and with a few tawdry beads strung' round it. In shape and sbic it was not unlike a cigarette case. Inside were half a dozen spines of dark wood, sharp at one end and rounded at the other, like that which had struck Bartholomew Sholto. "They are hellish things," said he. "Look out that you don't prick j'our- eelf. I'm delighted to have them for the chances are that they are all he has. There is the less fear of you or me finding one in our skin before long. I would sooner face a Martini bullet, myself. Are you game for a six-mile trudge, Watson?" "Certainly," I answered. "Your leg will stand it?" "Oh, yes." "Here you are, doggy! Good old Toby! Smell it, Toby, smell it!" He pushed the creosote handkerchief under the dog's nose, while the creature stood with its Huffy legs separated, and with a most comical cock to its head, like a connoisseur sniffing the bouquet of a famous vintage. Holmes then throw the handkerchief to a distance, fastened a stout cord to the mongrel's collar, and led him to the foot of the water barrel. The creature instantly broke into a succession of high, tremulous yelps, and, with his nose on the ground, and his tail in the air, pattered off upon the trail at a pace which strained his leush and kept us'ut the top of our speed. The east had been gradually whiten' ing 1 , and we could now sec same dis- . tance in the cold gray light. The tquare, massive house, with its black, empty windows and high, bare walls, towered up, sad and forlorn, behind us, Our course led rig'ht across the grounds, in and put among the trenches pits -with which they wcro scarred intersected. The whole place, with its scattered dirt heaps and ill* grown shrubs, had a blighted, ill- omened look which harmonised with the black tragedy which hung over it. \ On reaching the boundary waW, Toby ' - fan ajong, whining eagerly, underneath /'-its shadow, aud stopped finally in » '- '^jpi'ner screen by a young beech. , \Vhere f he two walls joined, several ' i fcyioks had been loosened, and the erevr - 4 — left were worn down and rounded the lower side, as Holmes clambered up, and, taking the dog from me, he dropped it over upon the other side. "There's the prtni of WoodeiMeg's hand," he remarked, as t mounted tip beside him. "You see the slight smudge of blood uppfl . the White piaster. What a> lu'6ky'thing it is that we have had no very heavy rain since yesterday! The scent will lie upon the road in spite of their eight-and-tWenty hours' stark" I confess that I had my doubts myself when f reflected upon the great traffic which had passed alongthe London road in the interval. My fears were soon appeased, however. Toby never hesitated or swerved, but wnddled on in his peculiar rolling fashion. Clearly the pungent smell of the creosote rose high above all other contending scents. "Do not imagine," said Holmes, "that I depend for my success in this case upon th-j mere chance of one of these fellows having put his foot in the chemical. I have knowledge now which would ou:iblo me to tr:i'!; % them in many W^^>\\ K* Jl^^o'tel IK ON THE difj'eror.t ways. This, how^v^r, ia the, readiest, nr,d, since fortune has put it into our hands. I should be culpable if I neglected it. it, Iv.vs. however, prevented the case from becoming the pretty little intellectual problem which it at ojie time prorai.sed to be. There might, have boon some credit to be g'ainocl out of it, but for this too palpable clew." "There is credit, and to spare," said I.' "T af-sure you, Holmes, that I mar-' vel at the meang by which you obtain your results in this cane, even more than I did in 'the Jefferson' I.Iopc murder. The thing seems to mo to be deeper and more inexplicable. How, for example, .'could you describe with such confidence the; wooden-legged man?" • "Pshaw, my dear boy! it was simplicity itself. I don't wi;;.h to be theatrical. It ia all patent and aboveboard. Two officers who are in command of a convict guard learn an important secret as to buried treasure. A map ia drawn for them by an Englishman named Jonathan Small. You remember that we saw the name upon the chart in Capt. Morstan's possession. IIo had signed it in behalf of himself and his associates—the sign of the four, as he somewhat dramatically called it. Aidud by this chart, the HOLMKS CLAilE-EHEO UJ' AND TOOK POO FKOS! ME, officers — or one of them— gets the treasure and brings it to England, leaving, we will suppose, some concli* tion under which he received it unful* nllod. Now, t-hon, why did not Jonathan Hmall get the treasure himself? The answer is obvious. The chart is dated at a time when Morstan was brought into close association with convicts. Jonathan Small did not get the treasure because he and his associates were themselves convicts and could not get away." "But this is mere speculati9n," said I. "Jt is more than that. It is the only hypothesis which covers the facts. Let us see how it tits in with the sequel. Maj, SJ^olto remains at peace for some years, happy, in the possession of his treasure, Then he receives § letter frojn India which gives him a great fright. What was that?" "A letter to say that the men he had wronged, had been set free." "Or had escaped. That is much more likely, for he would have known what their term of imprisonment was. It woul4 not have been a surprise to him. What does he do then*? He guards }um- self against a wooden-legged man— a white man, mark you, for- ne mistakes if flffe'S 6 fciatot at Mih. white mftfi'S iidtee is bfi fhe Others ftfft Hii&doWs «f medans. There is no othef white f hei-efote we may say with that the wooden-legged man is identical with Jonathan Small. Does the i-easoninf strike you as being faulty?" "No: It is clear and concise." "Well, now, let us put oiifraeitea In the place of Jonathan Small. Let US look at it from his point of view, fie comes to England with the double idea of regaining what he would Consider to be his rights and of having his revenge upon the matt who had wronged him. He found out where Sholto lived, and Very possibly he established communications with Some one inside the house.' there is this butler, Lai Rao, whom We have not seen. Mrs, Bemstone gives him far from a good character. Small could not find dut, however, where the treasure Was hid, for no one ever knew, save the major and one faithful Servant who had died. Suddenly Small learns that the major is on his death* bed. In a frenzy lest the secret of the treasure die with him, he runs the gattntfetof the cfuards, makes his way to the dying man's window, and is only de* terred from entering by the presence of his two sons. Mad with hate, how 1 ever, against the dead man, he enters the room that night, searches his private papers in the hope of discovering some memorandum relating to the treasure, and finally leaves a inelnento of his visit in the short inscription Upon the card. He had doubtless planned beforehand that should he slay the major he would leave some such roc* ord upon the body as a sign that it Was not a common murder, but, from the point of view of the four associates', something in the nature of an act of justice. Whimsical and bizarre conceits of this kind are common enough in the annals of crime, and usually af- *ord valuable indications as to the .-iminal. Do you follow all this?" "Very clearly." "Now, what could Jonathan Small do? lie could only continue to keep a secret watch upon the efforts made to find the treasure. Possibly he leaves England and only comes back at intervals. Then comes the discovery of the garret, and he is instantly infoi'med of it. We again trace the presence of some confederate in the household. Jonathan, with his wooden leg, is utterly unable to reach the lofty room of Bartholomew Sholto. He takes with him, however, a rather curious associate, who gets over.this difficulty, but dips his naked foot into creosote, whence come Toby, and a six-mile limp for a half-pay officer with a damaged Achillis tcndo." "Ilut'it was the associate, and not, Jonathan, who c.onisuitted the crirmv'" "Quite so. And rather to Jonathan'** disgust, to judge by the way he stamped about when he got into the room. Lie bore no grudge against Bartholomew Sholto, and would have preferred if he could have, been simply bound and gagged. He d'id not wish to put his head in a halter. There was no help for it, however; the savage instincts of his companion had broken out, and the.'poison had dono its wor^j: so Jonathan Small left his record, lowered the treasure-box to the ground, and followed it himself. That was tho train of events as far as I can decipher them. Of course as to his personal appearance he must be middle-aged, and must be sunburned after serving' his time in such an oven us the Andarnans. Ilia height is readily calculated from the length of his stride, and we know that he was bearded. His hairiness was the one point which impressed itself upon Thaddeus Sholto when he saw him at the window. I don't know that there is anything else." ' "The associate?" "Ah, well, there is no great mystery in that. Hut you will know all about it soon enough. How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloudbank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small wo feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the-presence of the great elemental forces of nature! Are you well up in your .Jean Paul?" "Fairly so. I worked back to him through Carlylo." "That was like following the brook to the parent lake. He makes but one curious but profound remark'. It is that tho chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness. It argues, you see, a power of comparison and of appreciatipn which is in itself a proof of nobility, There is much food for thought in Richter. You have not a pistol, have you?" "I have my stick." "It is just possible that we may need something of the sort if we get into their lair, Jonathan I shall leave to you, but jf the other turns nasty I shall shoot him dead." fie took out his revolver as he spoke, and, having loaded two of the chambers, he put it back into the right hand pocketof his jacket. We had, during this time, been following the guidance of Toby down the half-rural, villa-lined roads which lead to tho metropolis. Now, however, we were beginning to come among continuous streets, where laborers and dock* jnen were already astir, and slatternly women were taking down shutters and brushing doorsteps, At the square- topped corner public houses business was just beginning, and rough-looking men were emerging, rubbing their sleeves across their beards after their morning wet, Strange dogs sauntered, up, and stared wonderingly at us as we passed, but our inimitable Toby looked neither to the right nor to the left, but trotted onwards iwith his nose to tho ground apd a» aceasipnal eager whine, which spx>J?e of a hot scent* • We,ha4 traversed streatham, Brix* ton, C&mj30r,weJl, §nd now fPWd OBJ'' selves in Keanteg'ton lane, haying borne away through the fide streets to the east P| the °.y»l< The men whom we pursued seemtd t« h|w taken a curiously ?ig?ag iwl t with the idea probably «f e%s$piftg «fcggFyatiQ& They had. never ippt t« the ff,&jn awl.!f a MftH. Atttarfafft ,«f „ ifegy feard eiJpd! ttw%y td tfee left IliftMgfc Bond street aftd Itlil&s stttfet Wtifefe tfee lattef tofas into' knight's place Tobey ceased to adtaMe, Btit befah to Mm backwards and' fofwaMs with one ea* cocked aed the othef- drooping, the vefy pietuf-e ol canine indecisloh. Then he waddled Found in circles, looking up to us from time to time, as il to ask lot Sympathy in his embftrrassmefit. "What the deuce is the matte* with the dogf* gfowled ttolttes. "rliey surely would not take a cab o? go off in a balloon." Perhaps they stood here fo* some ," i suggested. "Ah! it's all f iffht He's off again," said iny companion,- ifl it tofie of '¥ellef. fie waA" indeed," 8 off, v f of, afte* snlft- ing routftl again, he suddenly made up TOBY STOOD UPON TI1I3 CASK. hia mind, and darted away with an energy and determination such as he had not yet shown. The scent appeared to be much hotter than before, for he had not even to put his nose on the ground, but tugged at his leash, and tried to break into a run. I could see by the gleam in Holmes' eyes that he thought we were nearing the end of our journey. Our course now ran down Nine Elms until we came to IJroderick & Nelson's large timber yard, just past the White Eagle tavern. Here the dog, frantic with excitement, turned down through the side gate into the .inclosure, where the sawyers were already at work. On the dog raced through sawdust and shavings, down an alley, round a passage, between two wood-piles, and finally, with a triumphant yelp, sprang upon a largo barrel, which still stoop upon the hand-trolley on which it had been brought. With lolling tongue luni bHnking eyes. Toby stood upon the cask, looking from one to the other of us for some sign of appreciation. The staves' of the barrel and the wheels of the trolley were smeared with dark liquid, and the whole air was heavy with the Hinell of creosote. Sherlock Holmes and IJooked blankly at each other, and then burst simultaneously into an uncontrollable fit oi laughter. . , CHAPTER VIII. TJJK BAKEK 8THBIST IKRKGULAKS. "What now?" I asked. "Toby has lost his character for infallibility." "He acted according to his lights," said Holmes, lifting him down from the Ixirrel and walking him out of 'the timber yard. "If you consider how much creosote is carted about London in one day, it is no great wonder that our trail should have been crossed. It is much used now, especially for the seasoning of wood. Poor Toby is not to blame." "We must get on the main scent again, I suppose." "Yes. And, fortunately, we have no distance to go. Evidently what puzzled the dog at the corner of Knight's place was that there were two different trails running in opposite, directions. We took the wrong one. It only remains to follow the other." 'There was no difficulty about this. On leading Toby to the place where he had committed his fault, he cast about in a wide circle, and finally dashed off in a fresh direction. "We must take care that he does not now bring us to the place where the creosote barrel came from," I observed. "I had thought of that. But you notice that he keeps on the pavement, whereas the barrel passed down the roadway. No, we are on the true scent now," It tended down towards the riverside, running through Belmont place and Prince's street. At the end of Broad street it ran right down to the water's edge, where there was a small wooden wharf, Tobv led us to the very edge of this, and there stood whining, looking out on the dark current beyond. * "We 'are out of luck," said Holmes. "They have taken, to a boat here." Several small punts and skiffs were lying about in the water and on the edge of the wharf, We tool? Toby round to each in turn, but, though he' sniffed earnestly, he made no sign. Close to the rude landing stage was a small brick house, with a wooden placard swung out through the second window. ' 'Mordecai Smith" was printed across it in 'large letters, and, under' neath: "Boats to hire by the hour or day," A second inscription above the door informed us that a steam launch was kept^-a statement which was eon* firmed by a great pi}e of coke upon the jetty. SherlQpfc Holmes looke'd slowly round, and his face assumed an ominous expression. "TUto looks had," said ho, "Tho.se fellows are sharper than I They ae»» to hayepoyered their There has, | fear, been management here,' 1 J?e wag approaching 1 the door of the wh°B it opened* and a Uttte woman with a v , re fl» to Foy it yosw ftfbw MPH §njg fiRds you Hke that, Ue'U fie yotith- t*5ffde*M fdf a Momeni "I'd like a shiiiinV said he. "tfothi&f yott would like foettefS" "I'd like two shiiiin' betterV" the prodigy answered, after some thought. "Etere you ate, then! catch— A fine child, Mrs, Smithf" "Lot* bleea you, sif , he is that, and forward, lie gets a most too muchfot me to manage, 'specially when my man la away days at a time," "Away, is he?" Staid UolmeSjh itt ; a,di&< appointed foiee, "1, am- sdr^y f & 'that, fot Lwantt!d?to Speak to Mr. Smith.** -"' "He's been away since yesterday mornin', ait, and, truth id tell, t affite* ginnin* to feel frightened about him, But if it ia about a boat, sir, maybe i could sefVe as Well." "1 wanted to hire his steam InUttch." "Why, bless you, sir, it is in the steam launch that he has gone. That's what puzzles me; for t know there ain't more coals in her than would take her to about Woolwich and back. If he'd been away in the batge I'd ha* 'thought nothin'j for many a time a job has taken him as fat as Gravesend, and then if there was much doin' there he might ha* stayed over. But what good is a steam launch without coals?" "He might have bought some at a Wharf down the riven" "He might, sir, but it weren't his way. Many a time I've heard him call out at the prices they charge for a few odd bags. Besides, I don't like that wooden-legged man, wi 1 his ugly face and outlandish talk. What did he want always knockin' about here for?" "A wooden-legged man?" eaid Holmes, with bland surprise. "Yes, sir, a brown, monkey-faced chap that's called more'n once for my old man. It was him that roused him up yesternight, and, what's more, my man knew he was comin 1 , for he had steam up in the launch. I tell you straight, sir, I don't feel easy in my mind about it." , "But, my dear Mrs. Smith," said Holmes, shrugging his shoulders, "you are frightening yourself about nothing. How could you possibly tail that it Wn.s the wooden-legged man who came in the night? I don't quite understand how you can bo so sure." "His voice, sir. 1 4mew his voice, which is kind o' thick and foggy. lie tapped at the winder— about three it would be. 'Show a leg, matey,' says he: 'time to turn out guard.' My ; old man woke up Jim — that's my eldest — and away they went, without so much as a word to me. 1 could hear the wooden leg clackin' on the stones." "And was this wooden-legged man "Couldn't say, I am sure, sir. 1 didn't hear no one else." "I am sorry, Mrs. Smith, for I wanted a steam launch, and I have heard good reports of the — Let me .see, what is her name?" "The Aurora, sir," . "Ah! She's not that old green launch with a yellow line, very broad in the beam?" , . •• "No,, indeed. She's as^.trimv.a little thing as any on. the river. ,,.She,'s been fresh painted, black with two red streaks." ' • : ' "Thanks. I hope that you will hear soon from Mr. Smith. I am going down the river; and if I should see anything, of the Aurora I shall let. him know that you are uneasy, A black funnel, you say?" , .• "No, sir. Black with a white band." "Ah, of course. It was the sides which were black. Good morning, Mrs. Smith, There is a boatman here with a wherry, Watson. We shall take it and cross the river." "The main thing with people of that sort;" said Holmes, as we sat in the sheets of the wherry, "is never to let them think that their information can be of the slightest importance to you.. If you do, they .will instantly shut up SOWBY, MRS, SMITH, FOR I A. like an oyster. Jf you listen to them under protest, as it were you are ve.ry likely to get what you want," "Our course now seems pretty clear," said I. "What would yoij do, then?" « • "I would, engage a launch and go 4own the track of the Aiwora." "My dear fellow, it wpuld b.e a oojos- eal task. She way have touted at any wharf op either side of the stream between here and Greenwich. Below the bridge 'there, is a perfect labyrinth of landing-places formUeSi ItwouW take 4 yoij, days and them, jf you set abQ\}t the poiiee, i shall prqb^ in at thg tost Bat a bad f^Jewi *»4 1 sb to dp anything 1 w^ilelj , frim professionally, R\$ i ler working it PUS mymtt* have gone §9 (aj 1 ,-' 4 "CQU14 we &aYgpti§e, j foj inf arfeatioft Irw r» M He »ot libia 4 i»jJH'f "ji* i Jpm, fttel this that evitf one is scent.* "What are we to do, ibeirt* i asked, as we landed near Millbafcfc pen!ten- Take this hansom, drtte some breakfast, aad get afc sleep, tt is quite on the caftJ* thai wa may be afoot tonight agate. Stop at the telegraph office, cabbyl_, Wts 'Will keep T*oby» fof T ,hs ;ffiay tte er tise to us pulled up at the Great Petef street past office, and Holmes dis patched his Wife. "Whota do you think that is to?", he asked, as we fen "1 am siire 1 doti't kflow." "You remember the Bakef street division of the detective police fofae Whom t employed in the Jeffefson flops case?" "Weil," said i, laughing "This is jubt the case where they might be invaluable. If they fail, I 1 , have other resources! bttt 1 shall try them'ilfst, That wlfre was to my dirty little lieutenant, Wiggins, and ! expect that he and his gang will be with Us before Wo have finished our breakfast." It Was between eight and nine O'clock now, and I was conscious of a strong reaction after the successive excitements of the night. I was limp'-ana weary, befogged in mind and fatigued in body. I had not the professional en<- thusiasm which carried my companion on, nor could I look at the matter as a mere abstract intellectual problem. As far as the death of Bartholomew Sholto went, I had heard little good of him, and could feel no intense antipathy to his murderers. The treasure, however, was a different matter. That, or part, of it, belonged rightfully to Miss Morstan. .While there was a chance 'of recovering it, I was ready to devote my life to the one object. True, if I found it, it would prob ably put her forever beyond my re:ich. Yet it would be a petty and selfish love which would be influenced by such a thought as that. If Holmes could work to find the criminals, I had a tenfold stronger reason to urge me on to find the treasure. A bath at Baker street and a complete change ^freshened me up wonderfully. When I came down- to our room T found the breakfast laid and Holmes pouring out the coffee. "Here it is," said he, laughing and: pointing to an open newspaper. "The energetic Jones and the ubiquitous reporter have (bred it up between them. Hut you have had enough of the case. i!'.'(.ti.-r have your ham and eggs first." ! loo'.; the paper from him*' and read th(» short 'notk-e."which was. headed: "M vsu.'1'ious ilu.Miii'.s'- ft Il^per Norwood "About, twelve o'clock last night," said the St'ar.dard, "Mr Bartholomew Sholto. of I'ondiehorry lodge. Upper Norwood, was'i'otiml dead in his room under c i re u instances which point to foul play At> Car as we can learn, no actual traces of violence were found upon Mr, Shojto's person, but a valuable ^collection of Indian gems which the deceased gentleman had inherited from his father has been carried oil 1 . The discovery was first made by -Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, who had called at the house with Mr -ThaddeiiR Shalto, brother of the deceased. By a singular piece of good fortunes Mr, Athelney Jones, the well-known member of the detective police force, happened to be at the Norwood police station, and was on the ground within half an hour of the first alarm. , His trained and experienced faculties were at once directed towards the detection of the criminals; with the gratifying result "that the brother, Thaddcus Sholto, has'al- ready been arrested, together with the housekeeper, Mrs. Bornstone, an Indian butler named kal Rao, and a por-' ter, or gatekeeper, named McMurdo. It is quite certain that the thief or thieves were well acquainted with the house, for Mr. Jones' well-known technical knowledge and his powers of minute , observation have enabled him to prove conclusively that the miscreants could not have entered by the door or by the window, butmust have made their way across the roof of the building, and so through a trapdoor into a room which communicated with that in which the bodj was found. This fact, which has been very clearly made out, proves conclusively that it was no mere haphazard burglary, The prompt and energetic'action of the officers of the law shows the great advantage of the presence on such occasions of a single vigorous and masterful mind, We cannot but think that it supplies an argument to those who would wish to see' our detectives more decentralized, and brought into closer' and more effective touch with the cases which it is their duty to Jnvestk gate," , , |" "Isn't it gprgeous!" said grinning over Ms .coffee cup. do you think of !<<?'' ( "I think that >e have ha'cf'a, w,- T shave ourselves of^being 1 Arrested fpr the crime," \ „"So do j, } wouldn't answer- for our safety now, if he ghouUVhappen to hare another of his attacks ol energy* 1 ' * -; • At this mpment there was^lQuc}' ring at the'beii, and J wM b^t 1 .^./ •voicein a wail of a«pQ9tQlati0Q mn.v. > '''.'J «,v$ *«EQ» it's/net <mlte uo ty& tetfttfrfl^X^e! i8$heu.RQf|o|an W c^^ * - (TOl»'#taTOvaB>r 'C'' J T S/ 'IS 'I yg IP* 1 & { •< •' ' ,"»"; • ; .

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