The Five Orange Pips
1
The Story of Uncle Elias
In September 1887 my wife was visiting some of her
family, so I was staying with my old friend Sherlock
Holmes in Baker Street. It was a windy, stormy
evening, and the rain was falling heavily outside.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
I looked at my friend in surprise. 'Who can this be?'
I asked.
'If he comes on business in this weather, it's
important,' said Sherlock Holmes. 'Come in!' he
called.
A young man came in. He looked wet, tired and
worried. 'I've come to ask for help,' he said. 'I've heard
of you, Mr Holmes. People say you know everything. I
don't know what to do.'
'Well, sit down,' said Holmes, 'and tell me about
yourself.'
The young man sat down, and put his wet feet near
the fire. 'My name is John Openshaw. My father,
Joseph, had a brother, my uncle Elias, who went to live
in America when he was young. He made a lot of
money there. He didn't like the black Americans, so
during the Civil War he fought
against the men from
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