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CRY OF SILENCE
The Study of Inference

The Study of Inference

Chapter  I 

The Study of Inference 

• SHERLOCK HOLMES REMOVED HIS BOTTLE FROM THE 

MANTELPIECE'S CORNER AND HIS TIDY MOROCCO CASE 

CONTAINING HIS HYPODERMIC SYRINGE. HE ROLLED 

BACK HIS LEFT SHIRT CUFF WHILE ADJUSTING THE 

DELICATE NEEDLE WITH HIS LONG, WHITE, TENSE 

FINGERS. HIS EYES LINGERED FOR A BRIEF WHILE ON 

THE WRIST AND SINEWY FOREARM, WHICH WERE 

COVERED IN COUNTLESS PUNCTURE WOUNDS AND 

SCARS. FINALLY, HE DROVE THE SHARP TIP INTO PLACE, 

COMPRESSED THE LITTLE PISTON, AND THEN SANK BACK 

INTO THE VELVET-UPHOLSTERED ARMCHAIR WITH A 

CONTENTED SIGH. 

•    I had seen this performance three times a day for many months, but tradition had not allowed my mind to accept it. On the contrary, I had grown angrier with 

each passing day at the sight. 

•    a campaign in Afghanistan. I can’t afford to put it 

under any additional stress.” 

•    At my vehemence, he grinned. Watson, perhaps you 

are right, he said. “I imagine that it has a negative physical impact. However, I find it to be so profoundly energising and enlightening to the intellect that its secondary effect is really a fleeting issue.” 

•    “But think about!” I stated sincerely. “Add up the expense! Your brain may be awakened and thrilled, as you claim, but this is a diseased and morbid process that entails more tissue alteration and could ultimately result in permanent weakness. You are also aware of the negative impact it has on you. The game is undoubtedly not worth the candle. Why should you risk losing something important for a little 

pleasure? 

Keep in mind that I am not only speaking as a fellow comrade to another, but also as a doctor to a patient 

whose constitution he is somewhat responsible for. 

•    He didn’t appear to be hurt. On the on the contrary, he 

joined his fingers. 

•    the power of observation and the power of inference. He just lacks knowledge; and that may come with time. Now he has translated my small works into 

French. “  

•    “Your work? »  

•    “Oh, don’t you know? he shouted, laughing. “Yes, I have sinned with a number of  monographs. All are on technical topics. Here, for example, is ‘About the distinction between the ashes of different tobaccos.’ In it, I listed one hundred and forty varieties of cigars, cigarettes and pipe tobacco, with colored patches illustrating the difference in  ash. This is a point that comes up repeatedly in criminal trials, and  is sometimes of prime importance as a clue. For example, if you could say with certainty that a murder was committed by  an Indian lunkah smoker, this would obviously narrow your field of study. To a trained eye, there will be as much difference between the black ash of the Trichinopoly mushroom and the 

white color of a bird’s eye as  between the cabbage. 

•    did not have the courage to object. Time and time again I swore to commit my soul to this, but it was  in the cold, aloof air of my mate that made him the last man that One wants anything that approaches a freedom. His great strength, his masterful manners, and the experience that I had gained in his many extraordinary qualities, all made me hesitate and 

back down when I met him.  

 However, on that afternoon, whether it was the Beaune  I ate for my lunch, or the added irritation caused by  his over-considered attitude, I suddenly 

felt  I couldn’t hold on for long. more.  

•    “What’s up today? I ask,  

•    “morphine or cocaine?”  

•    He looked lazily up at the pile of old black letters he had opened. “It’s cocaine,” he said,  “a seven percent 

solution. Would you like to try it?” 

•    newspapers. The work itself, my joy of finding  my special strength, is my highest reward. But you yourself have experienced my method of working in 

the case of “1” Jefferson Hope.  

•    “That’s right,” I said kindly. “I’ve never been so impressed by anything in my life. I even showed it in a little book with the slightly wonderful title ‘A Study in 

Scarlet.’”  

•    He shook his head sadly. “I took a look,” he said. “Honestly, I can’t congratulate you on that. Sensing, or should be, is an exact science, and should be treated in a cold, emotionless way. The effect is almost the same  as when you put in a love story or an escape in 

Euclid's Fifth Postulate."  

•    “But the romance was there,” I protested. “I can’t 

falsify the truth.”  

•    “Some facts should be deleted, or at least make a reasonable sense of proportion 

•    and a potato. “  

•    “You have an extraordinary genius for  

•    trifles,” I commented.  

 “I appreciate their importance. This is my monograph on foot-tracking, with some comments on the use of 

plaster of Paris as a preservative for prints. It is also a curious little work on the influence of  trade on the shape of the hand, with hand patterns of roofers, sailors, cork cutters, tilers, weavers and diamond polishers. This is a matter of fact that is of great  interest to  scientific detectives, especially in the case of  unclaimed bodies, or in  the discovery of criminal 

records. you with my hobby. “But I feel tired  

•    “Not at all,” I replied sincerely. It excites me very much, especially since I have had the opportunity to observe its practical application. But you talked earlier about observation and inference. Certainly 

one  implies the other in some way.                                                            

•    “Why, hardly,” he replied, leaning over 

•    back richly in his rocker, and sending up thick blue wreaths from his line. “For instance, perception shows me that you have been to the Wigmore Street Post-Office earlier today, however derivation tells me that when there you dispatched a wire.” 

•    “Right!” said I. “Right on the two focuses! In any case, I admit that I fail to understand how you showed up at it. It was an unexpected drive upon my part, and I have referenced it to nobody.” 

•    “It is effortlessness itself,” he commented, laughing at my amazement, - “so ludicrously basic that a clarification is unnecessary; but it might effectively characterize the constraints of perception and of allowance. Perception lets me know that you have a little ruddy form sticking to your instep. Simply inverse the Seymour Street Office they have taken up the asphalt and hurled some earth which lies so that it is challenging to abstain from stepping in it in entering. The earth is of this curious ruddy color 

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which is found, apparently, no place else in the 

A quarter of a million poor people in London. “  

•    “However, in this case  

•    “I never make an exception. An exception that defies the rule. Have you ever had a chance to study  handwriting? What do you think of this man’s scribbling?”  

•    “It’s easy to read and frequent,” I replied. “A man of business habits and a certain strength of character.”  

•    Holmes shook his head. “Look at his long letters,” he said. “They hardly go above the vulgar. It could be  a, and  1 is an e. Men have a personality that always distinguishes their long letters, even though they may write illegible. Yes. space in the letter k and selfesteem in its capital letters. I will go out now. I have 

some  references to make. Allow me to recommend this book, one of the most remarkable books ever written. It was “Martyrdom of Man” by Winwood 

Reade. I’ll be back in an hour.” –  

•    I sat by the window with the book in  hand, but my thoughts were far from the author’s bold 

speculations. 

•    Random and careless. He had a good outlook, but he gave up his chances, lived in poverty for some time  with occasional short lines of prosperity, and 

eventually died drunk. That’s all you can collect. “   

•    I jumped out of my chair and got tired  

•    And impatient about the room   

•    I have a lot of bitterness in my heart.  

•    “It’s not right for you, Holmes,” I said. “I couldn’t believe you were here. You have studied the story of my unfortunate brother, and now you  pretend to 

draw that knowledge in an imaginative way. You can’t 

expect me to  read it all  from his old watch! It's unfriendly and, frankly, it has a little charm. "  

•    “My dear doctor,” he kindly said, “Accept my apology. See the problem as an abstract problem and I know that you have a brother until you hand me over. I knew 

I    forgot how personal and painful  it was for you 

•    clock. “  

•    “So how  did you get those facts? You are absolutely right in every way.”  

•    “Oh, that’s lucky. I could only say what  the odds were. 

I    didn’t expect anything so specific,” he said.  

•    “But wasn’t it just a guess?” “No, no: I never guess. It’s a shocking habit, destroying logical abilities. It seems strange to you  because you don’t follow my flow of thought or ignore small facts that great conclusions may depend on. For example, I started where your brother was careless. If you look at the bottom of this watch case, you can see that  not only are there two dents, but also hard objects such as coins and keys are in the same pocket, so they are cut and marked everywhere. Sure, it’s not a great feat to think that a very carefree man  must be a careless man about the 50 Guinea watches. Also, that’s not a very distant 

conclusion 

•    I don’t know what that means. “  

•    “No? You surprise me look like this. Captain Morten disappears. The only person in London  he may have visited is Major Schort. Major Schort denies hearing that he is in London. Four years later, Schort died. Within a week of his death, Captain Morten’s daughter received a precious gift that was repeated each year  and now culminates in a letter describing her as an unfairly treated woman. What’s wrong with it, can you save this privacy of her father? And unless Shelton’s heirs know something secret and want to compensate, why should they start giving gifts right after Shelton’s death? Is there another theory that fits 

the facts? “  

•    “But what a weird compensation, and what a weird thing. Why should he write a letter instead of six years ago? Again the letter talks about getting her justice. She talks about getting her justice. What kind of 

justice can be done 

•    To come up with a very lame and helpless excuse to cover up his failure. What kind of data can you expect 

from a dirty watch?  

•    “I’m not happy, but my research wasn’t completely useless,” he said, staring  at the ceiling with dreamy, dull eyes. “Conditions to your correction, I should 

state that the watch belonged to your brother who 

inherited it from your father.”  

•    “You can definitely say then  

•    H.W. behind? “  

•    “Correct. W. shows your own name. The  watch dates back almost 50 years  and the initials are as old as the watch, so it was made for the last generation. Jewelry is usually handed over to the eldest son. , He probably has the same name as his father. Your dad has been dead for years, if I remember correctly. Therefore, it was in the hands of your brother. “  

•    “Yes, so far,” I said. “is there anything else?”  

•    “He was a sloppy habit-very 

•    Where are all these secrets? “  

•    “It’s as clear as sunlight,” I replied. “I apologize for the wrong thing I did to you. I should have believed more  in your wonderful ability.  

•    “No. Therefore, cocaine. I can’t live without the work of my brain. What else do you have  to live for? Please stand by the window here. Has there been a world so miserable, pessimistic and unprofitable? Watch the yellow fog swirl through the streets and wipe out the monotonous houses. What could be more hopelessly 

violent and material? If you don’t have a field to exercise them, what is the use of having a doctor, power? Crime is commonplace, existence is commonplace, and there are no qualities, but the commonplace has some function on earth. “  

•    When our proprietress came with a card in a brass tray with a hard knock, I had her mouth open to answer this tilade.  

•    “Young woman for you, Sir,” she said. 

•    French detective service. He has all the Celtic power of quick intuition, but lacks the broad and accurate knowledge that is essential to the higher development of his art. The case was about the will and had some peculiarities. I was able to point him out two parallel incidents. One was Riga in 1857 and the other was St. Louis in 1871, which  suggested  him a true solution. Here is a letter  I received this morning confirming my support. He threw a crumpled foreign stationery while talking. I looked down and heard a lot of praise while hesitating  

•    “Magnificent,” “coup,” and “Tour de Force” all prove the ardent admiration of the French.  

•    “He talks to his husband like a student,”  

•    I said.  

•    “Oh, he overestimates my help,” Sherlock Holmes 

said  lightly. “He has a great deal of talent himself. He has two  of the three qualities needed for an ideal 

detective. He has 

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