Jean Watson Letter Home To Keep Away Analysis

“On the contrary, I think we are particularly hot upon the trail, Sir Henry.” Holmes countered me. “Watson here knows more about my methods than you do, but I fear that even he has not quite grasped the significance of this sentence.”
“No, I confess that I see no connection.” Watson humbly admitted.
“And yet, my dear Watson, there is so very close a connection that the one is extracted out of the other. 'You,' 'your,' 'your,' 'life,' 'reason,' 'value,' 'keep away,' 'from the.' Don't you see now whence these words have been taken?”
“By thunder, you're right! Well, if that isn't smart!” I exclaimed
“If any possible doubt remained it is settled by the fact that 'keep away' and 'from the' are cut out in one piece.”
“Well, now--so it is!” I agreed.
The address, you observe is printed in rough characters. But the Times is a paper which is seldom found in any hands but those of the highly educated. We may take it, therefore, that the letter was composed by an educated man who wished to pose as an uneducated one, and his effort to conceal his own writing suggests that that writing might be known, or come to be known, by you. Again, you will observe that the words are not gummed on in an accurate line, but that some are much higher than others. 'Life,' for example is quite out of its proper place. That may point to carelessness or it may point to agitation and hurry upon the part of the cutter. On the whole I incline to the latter view, since the matter was evidently important, and it is unlikely that the composer of such a letter would be careless. If he were in a hurry it opens up the interesting question why he should be in a hurry, since any letter posted up to early morning would reach Sir Henry before he would leave his hotel. Did the composer fear an interruption--and from
It seemed almost foolish to me now.
“I don't know much of British life yet, for I have spent nearly all my time in the States and in Canada. But I hope that to lose one of your boots is not part of the ordinary routine of life over here.”
“You have lost one of your boots?”
“My dear sir,” cried Dr. Mortimer, “it is only mislaid. You will find it when you return to the hotel. What is the use of troubling Mr. Holmes with trifles of this kind?”
“Well, he asked me for anything outside the ordinary routine.” I defended,
“Exactly,” said Holmes, “however foolish the incident may seem. You have lost one of your boots, you say?”
“Well, mislaid it, anyhow. I put them both outside my door last night, and there was only one in the morning. I could get no sense out of the chap who cleans them. The worst of it is that I only bought the pair last night in the Strand, and I have never had them on.”
“If you have never worn them, why did you put them out to be cleaned?”
“They were tan boots and had never been varnished. That was why I put them out.”
“Then I understand that on your arrival in London yesterday you went out at once and bought a pair of