'Who said that?'
'The owner of The Alpha.'
:Ah, yes. He had twenty-four of my geese two days before
Christmas.'
'They were very good birds too. Where did you get
them?'
'I'm not going to tell you!' said Breckinridge angrily.
:Again and again people come and talk to me about those
geese and I don't like it. I paid good money for them, I
took them to The Alpha and then I forgot all about them.
And then all the questions began. "Where are the
geese?" "How much do you want for them?" "Who did
you sell them to?" Why are people interested in them? I
don't know. They aren't the only geese in London, you
know.'
'I know,' said Holmes. 'But who asked you all those
questions before? Not me. I had nothing to do with that,
you know. But now I need your help. We ate a goose at
The Alpha, and I say it was a country goose, but my good
friend, Dr Watson here, says it was a London goose.
Which of us is right? It's an important question. Five
pounds goes to the winner.'
'Well then, you lose and your friend is the winner,' said
Breckinridge. 'That goose came from London.'
'I can't believe that,' said Holmes.
:A pound says I'm right.'
'Very well,' said Holmes, and he took out a pound. 'I'm
ready to pay. But I know you're going to lose your
money.'
Breckinridge laughed. 'Bring me the books, Bill,' he
said. The boy brought two books to him.
Breckinridge opened the little one. 'This is my address
book,' he said. 'When people sell their geese to me their
addresses go in here - country people on the left and
town people on the right. The numbers after every name
are page numbers in my big book.'
'Read out the third name on the right,' said Breckinridge.
'Mrs Oakshott. 117 Brixton Road. Number 249,' read
Holmes.
Then Breckinridge opened the big book. ?lid this is my
"IN and OUT" book,' he said. 'Let's look at page 249. Here
we are. Mrs Oakshott. What can you see for December
nnd?'
'Twenty-four geese from Mrs 0,' read Holmes. 'All
twenty-four to Mr Windigate at the Alpha.'
'There. What do you say now?' said Breckinridge.
Holmes put his pound into Breckinridge's hand angrily.
'Who said that?'
'The owner of The Alpha.'
:Ah, yes. He had twenty-four of my geese two days before
Christmas.'
'They were very good birds too. Where did you get
them?'
'I'm not going to tell you!' said Breckinridge angrily.
:Again and again people come and talk to me about those
geese and I don't like it. I paid good money for them, I
took them to The Alpha and then I forgot all about them.
And then all the questions began. "Where are the
geese?" "How much do you want for them?" "Who did
you sell them to?" Why are people interested in them? I
don't know. They aren't the only geese in London, you
know.'
'I know,' said Holmes. 'But who asked you all those
questions before? Not me. I had nothing to do with that,
you know. But now I need your help. We ate a goose at
The Alpha, and I say it was a country goose, but my good
friend, Dr Watson here, says it was a London goose.
Which of us is right? It's an important question. Five
pounds goes to the winner.'
'Well then, you lose and your friend is the winner,' said
Breckinridge. 'That goose came from London.'
'I can't believe that,' said Holmes.
:A pound says I'm right.'
'Very well,' said Holmes, and he took out a pound. 'I'm
ready to pay. But I know you're going to lose your
money.'
Breckinridge laughed. 'Bring me the books, Bill,' he
said. The boy brought two books to him.
Breckinridge opened the little one. 'This is my address
book,' he said. 'When people sell their geese to me their
addresses go in here - country people on the left and
town people on the right. The numbers after every name
are page numbers in my big book.'
'Read out the third name on the right,' said Breckinridge.
'Mrs Oakshott. 117 Brixton Road. Number 249,' read
Holmes.
Then Breckinridge opened the big book. ?lid this is my
"IN and OUT" book,' he said. 'Let's look at page 249. Here
we are. Mrs Oakshott. What can you see for December
nnd?'
'Twenty-four geese from Mrs 0,' read Holmes. 'All
twenty-four to Mr Windigate at the Alpha.'
'There. What do you say now?' said Breckinridge.
Holmes put his pound into Breckinridge's hand angrily.
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