The Adventure of the Copper Beeches

e had passed the Hampshire border he threw them down and began to admire the scenery. It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white

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ith reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them,

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d upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present

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f justice is ever so close that a word of complaint can set it going, and there is but a step between the crime and the dock. But look at these lonely houses, each in its own fields, filled for the most part with poor ignorant folk who know little of the law. Think of the deeds of hellish cruelty, the hidd