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Bonsoir, Aidez moi svp Urgent

After Helen Stoner's visit, Sherlock Holmes decides to go and question the stepfather who seems to be the main suspect . He wonders what the speckbeld band is .
Write their conversation in about 150 words .
Dont forget to include the following informations about the scene between Helen Stoner and her sister:
- The time of day when the events took place .
- The weather conditions .
- The poeple present,their actions.
- The emotions and reactions of the different Poeple .

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MagicalRia “Very sorry to knock you up, Watson,” said he, “but it’s the common lot this morning. Mrs. Hud- son has been knocked up, she retorted upon me, and I on you.” “What is it, then—a fire?” “No; a client. It seems that a young lady has arrived in a considerable state of excitement, who insists upon seeing me. She is waiting now in the sitting-room. Now, when young ladies wander about the metropolis at this hour of the morning, and knock sleepy people up out of their beds, I presume that it is something very pressing which they have to communicate. Should it prove to be an interesting case, you would, I am sure, wish to follow it from the outset. I thought, at any rate, that I should call you and give you the chance.” “My dear fellow, I would not miss it for any- thing.” I had no keener pleasure than in following Holmes in his professional investigations, and in admiring the rapid deductions, as swift as intu- itions, and yet always founded on a logical basis with which he unravelled the problems which were submitted to him. I rapidly threw on my clothes and was ready in a few minutes to accompany my friend down to the sitting-room. A lady dressed in black and heavily veiled, who had been sitting in the window, rose as we entered. “Good-morning, madam,” said Holmes cheerily. “My name is Sherlock Holmes. This is my intimate friend and associate, Dr. Watson, before whom you can speak as freely as before myself. Ha! I am glad to see that Mrs. Hudson has had the good sense to light the fire. Pray draw up to it, and I shall order you a cup of hot coffee, for I observe that you are shivering.” “It is not cold which makes me shiver,” said the woman in a low voice, changing her seat as requested. “What, then?” “It is fear, Mr. Holmes. It is terror.” She raised her veil as she spoke, and we could see that she was indeed in a pitiable state of agitation, her face all drawn and grey, with restless frightened eyes, like those of some hunted animal. Her features and figure were those of a woman of thirty, but her hair was shot with premature grey, and her expres- sion was weary and haggard. Sherlock Holmes ran her over with one of his quick, all-comprehensive glances. “You must not fear,” said he soothingly, bend- ing forward and patting her forearm. “We shall soon set matters right, I have no doubt. You have come in by train this morning, I see.” “You know me, then?” “No, but I observe the second half of a return ticket in the palm of your left glove. You must have started early, and yet you had a good drive in a dog-cart, along heavy roads, before you reached the station.” The lady gave a violent start and stared in be- wilderment at my companion. “There is no mystery, my dear madam,” said he, smiling. “The left arm of your jacket is spat- tered with mud in no less than seven places. The marks are perfectly fresh. There is no vehicle save a dog-cart which throws up mud in that way, and then only when you sit on the left-hand side of the driver.” “Whatever your reasons may be, you are per- fectly correct,” said she. “I started from home be- fore six, reached Leatherhead at twenty past, and came in by the first train to Waterloo. Sir, I can