When I look at my notes which I have made over the last eight years of the 70 or more cases done by my friend, Sherlock Holmes, I find many cases which are very sad, some which are funny, and many which are only strange. There are none
which are ordinary; because he worked for enjoyment, not for money.
He refused to do any investigation which was not rather unusual, or even
fantastic.
Of all these cases though, I can't remember
any which were as strange as the case of a well-known Surrey family, the
Roylotts of Stoke Warren. The events happened in the early days of my
time with Holmes, when we were sharing rooms as bachelors
in Baker Street. I have written about them before, but at that time I
promised not to release my notes, and this has only changed during the
last month because of the death of the lady who I made the promise to.
Now is perhaps a good time for the facts to be known, since I know there
are a lot of stories about the death of Dr Grimsby Roylott, and these
stories are sometimes even more terrible than the truth.

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