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my name's Dr Watson, and I'm a good friend of the M famous detective Sherlock Holmes."There were some young men in the street in front of them. Suddenly one of them hit the tall man's hat off his head and it fell into the road. Then the tall man tried to hit the young man with his walking stick but by accident he broke the window of a shop behind him. At that moment Peterson ran to the man to help him. but the tall man ran away. Perhaps he felt bad about breaking the shop window. Perhaps that Peterson -in his doorman's coat and hat- was a policeman. 'When he ran. he left his Christmas bird in the street next to his hat. The young men ran away at the same time. so Peterson took the goose and the hat home with him, and the next day he brought them here. There was an interesting little ticket on the goose's left leg,' said Holmes. 'It said "For Mr and Mrs Henry Baker" We can find the letters H.B. in the hat too.It was cold out in the street, butit was nice and warm in Holmes's sitting room.'But my dear Watson this doesn't help us very much.He was by the window with some newspapers next to him.There was on old hat on a chair near him, and he had a magnifying glass in his hand.No, said Holmes.Holmes laughed.I got it from Peterson.the doorman at the Baker Street Hotel.He found it in the street and brought it here On Christmas Day for me to look at. He also brught a dead bird with him -a good fat Christmas goose - at the

same time.Yes, answered Holmes.There are hundreds of Henry Bakers in London.Two days after christmas last year I went to his house - 221B Baker street.I wanted to say 'Happy Christmas!'to him.When arrived.I found him in the sitting room.you're working on something,'I said.'Shall I go?''Sit down and look at that interesting old hat over there.'I sat down.Why are you interested in that old hat?Is it something to do with a crime?'I asked.'Not a crime, no,' he said.Oh...the owner of the hat and the goose is called Henry Baker,' I said.

my name's Dr Watson, and I'm a good friend of the M famous detective Sherlock Holmes. Two days after christmas last year I went to his house - 221B Baker street. I wanted to say 'Happy Christmas!' to him. When arrived. I found him in the sitting room. He was by the window with some newspapers next to him. There was on old hat on a chair near him, and he had a magnifying glass in his hand.

you're working on something,'I said. 'Shall I go?' No, said Holmes. 'Sit down and look at that interesting old hat over there.' I sat down. It was cold out in the street, butit was nice and warm in Holmes's sitting room.

Why are you interested in that old hat? Is it something to do with a crime?' I asked.

Holmes laughed. 'Not a crime, no,' he said. I got it from Peterson. the doorman at the Baker Street Hotel. He found it in the street and brought it here On Christmas Day for me to look at. He also brught a dead bird with him -a good fat Christmas goose - at the

same time.

I gave the goose back to him this morning He cooking it at his house now and he's going to eat it for dinner tonight."

'First it was a hat, and now you're talking about a goose!' I said. I don't understand. Then let's begin when it all began,' said Holmes.

At about four o'clock in the morning of Christmas Day, Peterson went home after work. When he got to Tottenham Court Road he saw, in the street in front of him, a tall man with goose over his shoulder. Peterson walked behind him for some time.

"There were some young men in the street in front of them. Suddenly one of them hit the tall man's hat off his head and it fell into the road. Then the tall man tried to hit the young man with his walking stick but by accident he broke the window of a shop behind him.

At that moment Peterson ran to the man to help him. but the tall man ran away. Perhaps he felt bad about breaking the shop window. Perhaps that Peterson -in his doorman's coat and hat- was a policeman. 'When he ran. he left his Christmas bird in the street next to his hat. The young men ran away at the same time. so Peterson took the goose and the hat home with him, and the next day he brought them here.

There was an interesting little ticket on the goose's left leg,' said Holmes. 'It said "For Mr and Mrs Henry Baker" We can find the letters H.B. in the hat too.

Oh... the owner of the hat and the goose is called Henry Baker,' I said.

Yes, answered Holmes. 'But my dear Watson this doesn't help us very much. There are hundreds of Henry Bakers in London. I gave the goose back to Peterson this morning,' he went on, 'and I said to him: "Have this for your dinner!" I didn't want it to go bad, you know
Did Mr Baker put an advertisement in the newspaper about his hat and goose?' I asked.

No, answered Holmes. Then how can we find him?'

Well, perhaps his hat can help us,' said Holmes. Heres my magnifying glass. Watson. Now, you be a detective for a minute or two. What can you tell me about the owner of this hat?

I took the magnifying glass and looked at the hat. It was black but old, and very, very dirty. I saw the letters H.B. in it. For me it was no different from any other old black hat. I can see nothing,' I said, and I gave the hat back to my

friend. 'Excuse me, Watson. You do see, but you don't thint about what you sec.'

All right!' I said. 'What can you see in this hat?'

The owner of this hat is an intelligent man,' said

Holmes. He was once rich and is now poor. His wife loved him once but she doesn't love him now. And he's thirty or forty years old. Well, perhaps I'm slow, Holmes, but I don't understand

I said. 'Why is he an intelligent man, d you think?

Holmes put the hat on his head, It came down to his nose. This is a big hat. A man with a big hat has a big head, and a man with a big head has a big brain. A man with a big brain thinks a lot. 'But you say he was once rich and is now poor. Why?

The hat is three years old. I remember these hats were in all the shops then. They were very expensive too. "Three years ago this man bought a good hat, so he was rich then. But he has no money to buy a new hat now, so these days he is poor.' All right.' I said. 'But you say he is in his thirties or forties. How does the hat tell you this?

Well. when I looked carefully at the hat with my magnifying glass. I could see some grey hairs in it. People usually get grey hair in their thirties or forties. I see. But what about his wife? You say she doesn't love

him. Because the hat is very dirty. When a woman loves her husband, she cleans his hat for him.

Perhaps he hasn't got a wife.'

Yes, he has. Remember the ticket on the goose's leg. Ah yes,' I said. 'You have an answer for everything.

At that moment the door opened and Peterson the hotel doorman ran into the room. He looked very excited. Mr Holmes. The goose! he said.

The goose, 'What's the matter with the goose?' asked Holmes. 'Did it come back from the dead and fly off through the kitchen window?'

No, Mr Holmes. My wife found this in the bird! Peterson opened his hand. There was a beautiful blue diamond in it.