For many years, i shared an apartment in London with my friend, Sherlock Holmes. My name is Dr. Watson. I worked as a doctor in the British Army for several years. While i was in the army, i traveled to many strange and interesting places. i had many exiting adventures.
Then one day, in Afghanistan, i was shot in the shoulder. my wound was deep and took many months to heal. i nearly died from pain and fever. at last i got better, but i couldn't work in the army any more. i retired from the army and came back to England.
That's why i was living in London with Holmes. i had known my friend for many years. i enjoyed sharing an apartment with Holmes. my friend was a very clever man. he was the most famous private detective in London. he helped to solve crimes and catch criminals. when people were in trouble or needed help, they came to Holmes. sometimes the police came to Holmes and asked for help in catching a criminal.
Sherlock Holmes didn't care if his clients were rich or poor. he enjoyed solving their interesting problems. he was very happy when he was working. it was the most important thing in his life.
one afternoon, i was reading a book and Holmes was standing by the window in our sitting-room. usually he was very busy & active. but this afternoon he didn't seem very happy. i was worried about my friend.
"what's the matter with you today, Holmes?", i asked.
"come and stand at the window, Watson. look out into the street. see how uninteresting London is today. it was winter, the street outside was almost empty. everyone was at home in front of their warm fires. i need some work, Watson. i can't live without interesting problems and mysteries. that's why i became a private detective. i love my work, it keep my brain active. but when there are no crimes and no mysteries to solve, ah, then life becomes very boring for me", Holmes said.
he turned sadly away from the window. at that moment, there was a knock at the door. our housekeeper came into the room. she was carrying a small white card on a silver tray. Holmes picked up the card.
"Miss Mary Morstan", he read aloud. "i don't know anyone of that name. please ask the lady to come in. perhaps it's a new client."
a few moments later, Miss Morstan entered the room. she was young and not very tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes. her clothes were not fashionable, but they were clean and tidy. she had a lovely face, i noticed at once that she looked worried and unhappy.
"please sit down, Miss morstan," said Holmes kindly. "I'm Sherlock Holmes and this is my good friend Dr. Watson. Dr. Watson and i have worked together many times."
"i'm very pleased to meet you both. Mr. Holmes i've heard that you give people good advice. i'm not a rich woman, but i hope you can help me too. something very strange has happened. Mr. Holmes, i need your help!" said the young lady.
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