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“Yes, Mr. Holmes!” Lestrade, standing on the threshold of our room, waved the paper in his hand instead of greeting. “Here’s a new riddle for you! I wonder what your analytical mind will say?”

“Very glad to see you, Inspector. Especially so excited,” Holmes put the violin away, which he had been playing all Sunday morning. “Show me what you’ve got.”

“The Devonshire Post, Mr. Holmes,” Lestrade gave my friend the paper, and sat down in the chair opposite, taking his breath away. “I’m sorry, but I was in a hurry. I was in a hurry, so to speak, to see how you would be puzzled by the mystery of the Devonshire white birds. I bet you can’t solve this puzzle.”

“Let’s bet,” agreed Holmes. “Ten pounds?”

“Against my forty!” inspector Lestrade clapped his hands.

“Decided.”

“Ha-ha, Mr. Holmes! You’re going to loose!” and Lestrade shook his finger at the detective.

Holmes opened the paper. A huge headline crossed the entire front page: “White Oxenham birds – harbingers of death.”