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There I was struck on the shoulder by a Jezail bullet, which shattered the bone and grazed the subclavian artery. I should have fallen into the hands of the murderous Ghazis had it not been for the devotion and courage shown by Murray, my orderly, who threw me across a pack-horse, and succeeded in bringing me safely to the British lines.Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged hardships which I had undergone, I was removed, with a great train of wounded sufferers, to the base hospital at Peshawur. Here I rallied, and had already improved so far as to be able to walk about the wards, and even to bask a little upon the verandah, when I was struck down by enteric fever, that curse of our Indian possessions. For months my life was despaired of, and when at last I came to myself and became convalescent, I was so weak and emaciated that a medical board determined that not a day should be lost in sending me back to England. I was despatched, accordingly, in the troopship Orontes, and landed a month later on Portsmouth jetty, with my health irretrievably ruined, but with permission from a paternal government to spend the next nine months in attempting to improve it.I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was therefore as free as air?or as free as an income of eleven shillings and sixpence a day will permit a man to be. Under such circumstances I naturally gravitated to London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained. There I stayed for some time at a private hotel in the Strand, leading a comfortless, meaningless existence, and spending such money as I had, considerably more freely than I ought. So alarming did the state of my finances become, that I soon realized that I must either leave the metropolis and rusticate somewhere in the country, or that I must make a complete alteration in my style of living. Choosing the latter alternative, I began by making up my mind to leave the hotel, and to take up my quarters in some less pretentious and less expensive domicile.On the very day that I had come to this conclusion, I was standing at the Criterion Bar, when some one tapped me on the shoulder, and turning round I recognized young Stamford, who had been a dresser under me at Barts. The sight of a friendly face in the great wilderness of London is a pleasant thing indeed to a lonely man. In old days Stamford had never been a particular crony of mine, but now I hailed him with enthusiasm, and he, in his turn, appeared to be delighted to see me. In the exuberance of my joy, I asked him to lunch with me at the Holborn, and we started off together in a hansom.?Whatever have you been doing with yourself, Watson?? he asked in undisguised wonder, as we rattled through the crowded London streets. ?You are as thin as a lath and as brown as a nut.?I gave him a short sketch of my adventures, and had hardly concluded it by the time that we reached our destination.?Poor devil!? he said, commiseratingly, after he had listened to my misfortunes. ?What are you up to now???Looking for lodgings,? I answered. ?Trying to solve the problem as to whether it is possible to get comfortable rooms at a reasonable price.??That?s a strange thing,? remarked my companion, ?you are the second man to-day that has used that expression to me.??And who was the first?? I asked.?A fellow who is working at the chemical laboratory up at the hospital. He was bemoaning himself this morning because he could not get some one to go halves with him in some nice rooms which he had found, and which were too much for his purse.??By Jove!? I cried; ?if he really wants some one to share the rooms and the expense, I am the very man for him. I should prefer having a partner to being alone.?Young Stamford looked rather strangely at me over his wine glass. ?You don?t know Sherlock Holmes yet,? he said; ?perhaps you would not care for him as a constant companion.??Why, what is there against him???Oh, I didn?t say there was anything against him. He is a little queer in his ideas?an enthusiast in some branches of science. As far as I know he is a decent fellow enough.??A medical student, I suppose?? said I.?No?I have no idea what he intends to go in for. I believe he is well up in anatomy, and he is a first-class chemist; but, as far as I know, he has never taken out any systematic medical classes. 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