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Mr. Sidney Johnson,

fdyorkgunnery — 2009-07-05T19:29:00Z

Mr. Sidney Johnson, the senior clerk, met us at the office and
received us with that respect which my companion's card always
commanded. He was a thin, gruff, bespectacled man of middle age,
his cheeks haggard, and his hands twitching from the nervous
strain to which he had been subjected.

But surely, Holmes

fdyorkgunnery — 2009-07-05T19:28:00Z

But surely, Holmes, character goes for something? Then, again,
why should he leave the girl in the street and dart away to
commit a felony?
Exactly! There are certainly objections. But it is a
formidable case which they have to meet.

The idea was in his head

fdyorkgunnery — 2009-07-05T19:27:00Z

It was black enough before against this young man, but our
inquiries make it blacker, he remarked as the cab lumbered off.
His coming marriage gives a motive for the crime. He naturally
wanted money. The idea was in his head, since he spoke about it.
He nearly made the girl an accomplice in the treason by telling
her his plans. It is all very bad.

Yes, quite recently.

fdyorkgunnery — 2009-07-05T19:25:00Z

Yes, quite recently.
Now tell us of that last evening.
We were to go to the theatre. The fog was so thick that a cab
was useless. We walked, and our way took us close to the office.
Suddenly he darted away into the fog.

Only for the last week or so

fdyorkgunnery — 2009-07-05T19:24:00Z

Only for the last week or so. He was thoughtful and worried.
Once I pressed him about it. He admitted that there was
something, and that it was concerned with his official life. 'It
is too serious for me to speak about, even to you,' said he. I
could get nothing more.