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Sherlock Holmes Short Stories
"Look!" I said. "There's K.K.K. on the envelope.
Those letters were on Uncle Elias's envelope too!" We
were both shaking and afraid.
"Yes, and this time it says 'Put the papers in the
garden'."
"Which papers? The papers in Uncle Elias's box? He
burnt them!" I said.
"And where has this letter come from?" my father
said. He looked at the envelope. "Dundee, Scotland.
Well, I don't know anything about pips or papers. I'm
not going to do anything."
"Father, you must tell the police," I said. I remem-
bered my uncle's letter from India, and I was very
worried.
"No, they'll laugh at me. Let's just forget about it,"
he replied.
'Three days later my poor father went to visit an old
friend who lived some miles away. But he never came
back. The police said that he was walking home in the
dark when he fell down a hill. He was badly hurt, and
he died soon after. They decided it was an accident,
but I didn't agree. I thought it was murder, and I could
not forget the five orange pips and the strange letters to
my uncle and my father.
'But I've tried to forget, and I've lived alone in that
house for nearly three years now. Then yesterday I got
this.'
The young man showed us an envelope with K.K.K.
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