Part 3
A CASE OF IDENTITY
"My dear fellow," said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side
of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, "life is infinitely
stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would
not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces
of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand,
hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at
the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the
plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events,
working through generations, and leading to the most outré results,
it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen
conclusions most stale and unprofitable."
"And yet I am not convinced of it," I answered. "The cases w
