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This is an annotated version of the book1.contains an updated biography of the author at the end of the book for a better understanding of the text.2.This book has been checked and corrected for spelling errors"I am afraid, Watson, that I shall have to go," said Holmes, as we satdown together to our breakfast one morning."Go! Where to?""To Dartmoor; to King's Pyland."I was not surprised. Indeed, my only wonder was that he had not alreadybeen mixed up in this extraordinary case, which was the one topic ofconversation through the length and breadth of England. For a whole daymy companion had rambled about the room with his chin upon his chest andhis brows knitted, charging and recharging his pipe with the strongestblack tobacco, and absolutely deaf to any of my questions or remarks.Fresh editions of every paper had been sent up by our news agent, onlyto be glanced over and tossed down into a corner. Yet, silent as he was, I knew perfectly well what it was over which he was brooding. There wasbut one problem before the public which could challenge his powers ofanalysis, and that was the singular disappearance of the favorite forthe Wessex Cup, and the tragic murder of its trainer. When, therefore, he suddenly announced his intention of setting out for the scene of thedrama it was only what I had both expected and hoped for."I should be most happy to go down with you if I should not be in theway," said I."My dear Watson, you would confer a great favor upon me by coming. AndI think that your time will not be misspent, for there are points aboutthe case which promise to make it an absolutely unique one. We have, Ithink, just time to catch our train at Paddington, and I will go furtherinto the matter upon our journey. You would oblige me by bringing withyou your very excellent field-glass."And so it happened that an hour or so later I found myself in thecorner of a first-class carriage flying along en route for Exeter, whileSherlock Holmes, with his sharp, eager face framed in his ear-flappedtravelling-cap, dipped rapidly into the bundle of fresh papers which hehad procured at Paddington. We had left Reading far behind us beforehe thrust the last one of them under the seat, and offered me hiscigar-case."We are going well," said he, looking out the window and glancing at hiswatch. "Our rate at present is fifty-three and a half miles an hour.""I have not observed the quarter-mile posts," said I."Nor have I. But the telegraph posts upon this line are sixty yardsapart, and the calculation is a simple one. I presume that youhave looked into this matter of the murder of John Straker and thedisappearance of Silver Blaze?""I have seen what the Telegraph and the Chronicle have to say.""It is one of those cases where the art of the reasoner should beused rather for the sifting of details than for the acquiring of freshevidence. The tragedy has been so uncommon, so complete and of suchpersonal importance to so many people, that we are suffering from aplethora of surmise, conjecture, and hypothesis. The difficulty is todetach the framework of fact--of absolute undeniable fact--from theembellishments of theorists and reporters. Then, having establishedourselves upon this sound basis, it is our duty to see what inferencesmay be drawn and what are the special points upon which the wholemystery turns. On Tuesday evening I received telegrams from both ColonelRoss, the owner of the horse, and from Inspector Gregory, who is lookingafter the case, inviting my cooperation.""Tuesday evening!" I exclaimed. "And this is Thursday morning. Whydidn't you go down yesterday?"