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His name was familiar to the public three years ago in connection with the mysterious death in Paul Street, Tottenham Court Road, the deceased being the tenant of the house Number 20, in the area of which a gentleman of good position was found dead under circumstances not devoid of suspicion. HIS NAME WAS FAMILIAR TO THE PUBLIC THREE YEARS AGO IN CONNECTION WITH THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH IN PAUL STREET TOTTENHAM COURT ROAD THE DECEASED BEING THE TENANT OF THE HOUSE NUMBER TWENTY IN THE AREA OF WHICH A GENTLEMAN OF GOOD POSITION WAS FOUND DEAD UNDER CIRCUMSTANCES NOT DEVOID OF SUSPICION
me crumpled as if they had been used for packing. I turned the whole pile over, and amongst them I found a curious drawing; I will show it to you presently. But I couldn’t stay in the room; I felt it was overpowering me. I was thankful to come out, safe and sound, into the open air. People stared at me as I walked along the street, and one man said I was drunk. I was staggering about from one side of the pavement to the other, and it was as much as I could do to take the key back to the agent and get home. I was in bed for a week, suffering from what my doctor called nervous shock and exhaustion. One of those days I was reading the evening paper, and happened to notice a paragraph headed: ‘Starved to Death.’ It was the usual style of thing; a model lodging-house in Marylebone, a door locked for several days, and a dead man in his chair when they broke in. ‘The deceased,’ said the paragraph, ‘was known as Charles Herbert, and is believed to have been once a prosperous country gentleman. O SOME OF THEM HALF TORN AND SOME CRUMPLED AS IF THEY HAD BEEN USED FOR PACKING I TURNED THE WHOLE PILE OVER AND AMONGST THEM I FOUND A CURIOUS DRAWING I WILL SHOW IT TO YOU PRESENTLY BUT I COULDN'T STAY IN THE ROOM I FELT IT WAS OVERPOWERING ME I WAS THANKFUL TO COME OUT SAFE AND SOUND INTO THE OPEN AIR PEOPLE STARED AT ME AS I WALKED ALONG THE STREET AND ONE MAN SAID I WAS DRUNK I WAS STAGGERING ABOUT FROM ONE SIDE OF THE PAVEMENT TO THE OTHER AND IT WAS AS MUCH AS I COULD DO TO TAKE THE KEY BACK TO THE AGENT AND GET HOME I WAS IN BED FOR A WEEK SUFFERING FROM WHAT MY DOCTOR CALLED NERVOUS SHOCK AND EXHAUSTION ONE OF THOSE DAYS I WAS READING THE EVENING PAPER AND HAPPENED TO NOTICE A PARAGRAPH HEADED STARVED TO DEATH IT WAS THE USUAL STYLE OF THING A MODEL LODGING HOUSE IN MARYLEBONE A DOOR LOCKED FOR SEVERAL DAYS AND A DEAD MAN IN HIS CHAIR WHEN THEY BROKE IN THE DECEASED SAID THE PARAGRAPH WAS KNOWN AS CHARLES HERBERT AND IS BELIEVED TO HAVE BEEN ONCE A PROSPEROUS COUNTRY GENTLEMAN
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