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Chapter 7: The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle

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I

had

called

upon

my

friend

Sherlock

Holmes

upon

the

second

morning

after

Christmas,

with

the

intention

of

wishing

him

the

compliments

of

the

season.

He

was

lounging

upon

the

sofa

in

a

purple

dressing-gown,

a

pipe-rack

within

his

reach

upon

the

right,

and

a

pile

of

crumpled

morning

papers,

evidently

newly

studied,

near

at

hand.

Beside

the

couch

was

a

wooden

chair,

and

on

the

angle

of

the

back

hung

a

very

seedy

and

disreputable

hard-felt

hat,

much

the

worse

for

wear,

and

cracked

in

several

places.

A

lens

and

a

forceps

lying

upon

the

seat

of

the

chair

suggested

that

the

hat

had

been

suspended

in

this

manner

for

the

purpose

of

examination.

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