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"This was quite too good to lose, Watson. I was just balancing

whether I should run for it, or whether I should perch behind her

landau when a cab came through the street. The driver looked

twice at such a shabby fare, but I jumped in before he could

object. 'The Church of St. Monica,' said I, 'and half a sovereign

if you reach it in twenty minutes.' It was twenty-five minutes to

twelve, and of course it was clear enough what was in the wind.